No, it's not actually my birthday. At least not for a few more weeks anyway. But it certainly feels like my birthday, and without all of that I'm so old, I haven't accomplished anything in the past year, depression crap. I feel like celebrating!
Why am I so happy? Remember my lovely next door neighbors? Well, right now, as I am typing out this post, there are representatives from the bank that has foreclosed on them securing the property. Hallelujah! I will never have to put up with those jerks ever again! Woo-hoo!
Please, everyone, say a prayer for me that we get some decent neighbors in there next time. Cross your fingers and toes, too. Thanks.