I should know better than to try to be an adult sometimes.

I sold my car yesterday. Good, right?! Yeah, well not so much when the guy who bought it turns out to work for a car dealership. And not so much when he leaves you messages with questions about the title. Questions about the title are NEVER good.

Also, I've come up with yet another reason that I shouldn't have kids: Our dogs have taken up professional barking again. They, however, only practice for our neighbors when we aren't home. The neighbors seem less appreciative than one would hope (I've been in their shoes, and I completely understand their lack of appreciation for our yappy little shits - really - I love them). We thought we had this cured. We went through this right after we moved in. Well they've taken up the sport again, and we've resorted to high dollar shock collars.

I whap them on the nose when they are bad. I strap zappy devices to their necks when they bark. I throw cans full of pennies when they aren't listening... I don't think I could do any of that with a child. I believe I'd be serving time at this point.