I crank my music anyway. Fuck it. I gotta hear my neighbor hoot and holler over sportsball games, so he can listen to my awesome music.
You have the best neighbors.
I would love to live next to a cemetery, especially one that was not actively accepting new residents.
Yard work is just a never-ending battle with nature. And no one cares how pretty your yard is.
There was a 70-degree night in March when my wife and I set up the hammock and lay on it looking at the stars. I'm pretty fond of my yard.
Really can't stress enough how much ticks can just fuck right off, though. Thankfully they're only in the wooded area, and even then only lightly.
Skeeters. And humidity.
I have no idea why anyone kept heading south after Tennessee.
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