Funny coincidence - the title of the blog... The kids who live behind us have been a pain in our old-fart asses. They are always running around yelling, and occasionally climb up on chairs and stare at us over the privacy fence. They've also kicked their balls into our (tiny courtyard) backyard, breaking a lantern and a charcoal grill starter. They've also climbed over the fence to retrieve a ball, and damaged one of our planters using it as a foothold climbing back over.

Needless to say - they are on our shitlist. They aren't mean or vindictive, and normally seeing kids play outside is encouraging, what with the ubiquitous nature of video games... But our backyard is our private space, and I generally only tolerate kids when I am friends with the parents, and they are there to keep them in line. The single mother is rarely there, and speaks no English.



Get off my lawn indeed.