I wish I knew how they felt. The ICE CREAM TRUCK I hear from my apartment at like 9pm at NIGHT. Worse is my husband and friend think it is someone playing some song. BUT No it’s HIGH PITCH and Off KEY Music is NOT JUST anyone playing “Pop Goes the Wheezel” over and over. I know it sounds a bit Grinchy but 9 or 9:45PM on a weeknight? When does it end?
My High School had the 9th Grade classes supposedly all in one building. Both my sister and myself had classes from FAR ends of the buildings on the campus our Freshmen years. Even worse was someone must of thought it great to put them so you ran to the other side each class (at least I remember doing that for a year for myself.)
This is why I went to a binder in my purse I’d forget about the coupons. In the binder I don’t scrabble in the store for finding them because I refuse to search my purse for the little guys.
For pills that you can get over the counter is more than the bottle. So yeah I don’t have an heart condition and almost needed the ER again. (Forget the doctors along with it. Or the Insurance that supposedly will pay something one day.)
I wish I knew how they felt. The ICE CREAM TRUCK I hear from my apartment at like 9pm at NIGHT. Worse is my husband and friend think it is someone playing some song. BUT No it’s HIGH PITCH and Off KEY Music is NOT JUST anyone playing “Pop Goes the Wheezel” over and over. I know it sounds a bit Grinchy but 9 or 9:45PM on a weeknight? When does it end?