I'm Officially An Old Fogey

And a cranky one at that. There's a summer camp at the school where Preston and I live, so not only does this mean that the parking lot we normally use has morphed into what is probably the crappiest tennis court in the world (so we've been forbidden from parking there all summer), but also that we hear kids throughout the day, especially at carpool time (i.e. right now).

Don't get me wrong--I love kids, and it was 10 years of baby-sitting money that helped fund my "first year out of college but not really in graduate school yet" adventure year that was 2007-2008. And by "adventure" I mean hellish.

ANYWAYS, I love kids. We all get it. HOWEVER, for the last week, there has been this posse of girls that I can hear out the window (and closing the window is not an option if we want to be able to breathe/not melt inside the apartment) and every time they come outside, I hear them chanting (NOT singing) "I Love Rock 'n' Roll." And they're definitely singing the Britney Spears version.

Here's the rub, though: the ONLY LINES of the song they sing are, "I love rock 'n' roll / So put another dime in the jukebox baby / I love rock 'n' roll / So come on an' take your time an' dance with me." THAT IS IT. OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. And the first time it was ok. Annoying, but ok. But now, the three hundred and forty fifth thousandth time, I'd kind of rather grow my nails out just to scrape them down a chalkboard continuously. Because I think that might be a better alternative.