you know, i like the kids down the street. i do. they don't live in the court but they are constantly outside and very helpful (in fact, one of them was the kid that helped me with the garage sale). but i'm about to go outside and knock the older one off his scooter with largest, heaviest round object i can find. you see, their parents keep buying them new and louder motorized kid-vehicles. gas- powered scooters, pocket-bikes, motorbikes, lawnmowers (you think i'm kidding? they souped one up and race it). they keep racing their damned motorized things as fast as they can down our court. they don't live in the court- why do they get to use it as a race track? the "reeeeee, reeeeeee" noises as they accelerate their little asses down the street is driving me mad. i have seriously daydreamed about sabotaging their little wheels. or calling the cops. i know the damn things are illegal in our city. all of them. except maybe the lawnmower. but, i won't because that would just be too crochety old woman of me. one of these days, however, pow, bam- to the moon. or maybe i'll just steal their little toys. and their little dog too.