Sleep Tight?

So nothing puts me to sleep quite like the sounds of crickets chirping, a light rain on a warm summer night, or the sound of bullets hitting the pavement after someone popping off a round.

No wait... that last one is what actually interrupted my Letterman viewing last night. That's right, I am in bed about to fall asleep to Letterman's political jokes when I hear all of you know what break loose down the street (five houses down to be exact). There was screaming and hollering among 20-30 kids and then the sound of about 10 shots being fired (who knows where).

Now I have been saying for quite some time that our neighborhood is going downhill- FAST. This particular incident follows two others that have happened- one being our mailbox broken off at the base and thrown into our front yard and the second was our house being paintballed (shout out Vandals!). While those two previous acts were relatively harmless, never mind one of them is a Federal offense, I am not one to run away from my problems, that is until my problems include a metal barrel and lead balls. I'll count this as strike three, I'm out.

Naturally I have added to my To Do list: call the Realtor.

On a lighter note, John and I have be singing the infamous Robert Matthew Van Winkle (a.k.a. Vanilla Ice) song- "Ice, Ice Baby" with the appropriate verse about "gun shots ring out like a bell" over and over again. Try to get that out of your head after something like that.