College kids were jumping on the trampoline outside my house just now (1:10AM). (It belongs to my roommate, and it's about 15 feet from my bed.) They're laughing and talking and being REALLY loud.
I actually BANGED ON THE WINDOW AND ASKED THEM THROUGH THE GLASS WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE THEY DOING. I might have said "hell"... but that makes no difference.
And then to just show that I'm SuperCrazyLady, I went outside IN MY BATHROBE AND GOWN NOT WEARING A BRA BUT WEARING BLACK LOAFERS AT 1:12A.M. and had to tell those crazy kids to keep the action at their apartment.
A rep from some denture products and Depends will be around to offer their condolences at my progressed aging, and I'm sure Social Services will be around to drop off my AARP application in the morning too.
OH MY GOD I AM THAT CRAZY LADY.
Send. Help. Soon.
P.S. I can hear them outside talking about me. And I'm just sitting in my bedroom laughing (quietly but hysterically and somewhat maniacally). Thank GOD I don't have cats.
THANK GOD I don't even like Cats.