BINGBONG
Posted in mi vida loca on 20. Jun, 2008
Day 2 of summer vacation. Gone for a run with my kids, one in a jogger, one on a bike. I’ll let you decide who you think went with which mode of transportation.
But there is one thing, that is getting my very last nerve… yes. Already.
MY DOORBELL!
Now, Im glad that my son has friends. But listen up punks, just because he comes in to get a drink or use the facilities.. does not mean he’s in for good. Can you wait about 5 freakin’ minutes before each and every one of ring the DAMN doorbell 20times to see if he’s coming back out. Each time my dogs bark CRAZY. If not then, it’s to see if he can play, all way up until 830p at night. I swear to you… the button outside my front door got pushed about 25-30 times yesterday. Today, only about 10. 9 of those by the same kid. Can he play NOW? how about NOW? NOW? LATER? NOW? NO? WHY NOT?
Now, that is the first official sign for summer for me.
BINGBONG BINGBONG BINGBONG BINGBONG BINGBONG BINGBONG
The boys next door are always ringing my bell for my youngest. Know exactly how you feel
But what drives us more crazy is all their stuff that they leave around. My husband had a hard time getting in our driveway with their bike in the way. If it’s not a bike then it’s a skateboard.
have fun
You need to get some bark collars. HAHA!
Ah. Maybe you should disconnect the doorbell for the summer. You know, Maisy flips at the doorbell too. Have you ever noticed how many times the “doorbell” rings on “Spongebob Squarepants”? I have. UGh.
Mine wasn’t the doorbell but the PHONE! I swear one of my son’s friends growing up had a sixth sense……We would go out and the minute we pulled in the driveway the phone would ring…can Adam play now…and EVERY morning he would call…we finally told him he had to wait till 9 AM….and yup….on the buttom the phone would ring….they are all grown up now and we laugh about it everytime we see him….