ah, the countdown..so sweet

The hood is in full bloom today; one of those days where you hope for rain. It started with Little Miss Ho-ho. I think she lives across the street, but can't be sure because she seems to "travel" around the neighborhood. Little Miss Ho-ho is the nickname my former neighbors gave her and it, to speak Southern-ly, ain't got nothin' to do with Christmas. She appeared to be quite upset with someone because I could hear her screaming into her cell phone through my windows and over the television. Plus, her emphasis was not lost when her breasts tried to jump out of the gold lamay, bikini top with cotton stomach shirt she was wearing. She was soon joined by people I believe also live in her place and a car where another woman got out to start the screaming-match. Once that ended, Little Miss Ho-ho and her friend walked down the block and back, apparently still perturbed. I could still hear their conversation when they returned some 30 minutes later. Now there's just the random mini-van with men hanging out. That I can live with, especialy since my house and windows aren't vibrating. Yet, I'm still looking forward to the exodus, counting down the days, packing the boxes with glee...for now, that is, while Katie screams in the yard next door.