Goons

So I'm sitting on my deck watching the little kid across the street run around on the roof. Literally run around on the roof -- it's got a slight pitch, he's got a hose going up there and is laughing like a lunatic. Now this kid looks to be about five or 6. This is certainly not a good idea by any stretch of the imagination. Perhaps he got liquored up on the of my Miller Lites in the vortex bottle. I think Donna needs to get one of her construction goons over there to give this kid a tip or three pronto.

Not sure what I'm doing with the rest of my evening...may stop by the next door neighbor's house in order to get away from "family togetherness"....it's been a bitch of a weekend. Maybe I'll go out again later...but feel that if I show up at LBCC or the Tree one more time it will be an issue.

But at least I got to white trash it with Donna in the Lady Lane deck top kiddy pool. Andy misted us with the hose and acted as cabana boy. What will I do when he's working and can't bend to our every whim? Not sure, but I need to post some pics of that in the meantime. Until then we may need to hit those goons up for one more favor.