A 200 acre fire is burning nearby. :/
Apparently, poverty works like this:
On the bright side, the fact that they play the goth and metal music so loudly at night that it makes the dishes in my kitchen shake means my child and I can be as loud as we want in the morning before getting out the door for school and work. I mean, what can they say?
I have quite a few ghost stories to tell. Some of them are mine; some of them were told to me by others. My favorite is the one that happened in the Most Wonderful House in the Universe. It's my story. That's probably when it's my favorite, really.