Ladies...ENOUGH!

You know the housewives of New York City?  There are millions of them, I'm sure, but I'm thinking of the ones who recently had their own show on Bravo.  One of them was quite the energetic loud-mouth.  Her name was Ramona.  No offense to Ramona, but she really was bouncing off the walls most during the show.

Well I think all her female relatives have moved in across the street.  Correction, I think her female relatives and their kids have moved in across the street.

These women are SCREAMING outside as they micro-manage their litter-sized broads.  I want kids some day, but Goddess help me if I decide to be as oblivious to the lives of others in the process.  I can handle the children frolicking about--they giggle, scream, cry, scream some more and tear down the block in their wagons.  That's fine, they're expending energy.  But the women yelling out everything from what they'll be cooking for dinner to how much longer the litters have outside before bath time is unbearable.  I now know way too much about these people simply by sitting in my living room while attempting to read a book.  I never thought I'd say this but I won't mind if it rains a little more...  

P.S.  I lied up above, the kids are now driving me nutso as well now.