While reading the amazing gossip blog "What Would Tyler Durden Do" for the 11th time today, I think I hear a rustling next door. Turns out it's only a helicopter, or as we used to call it in Albany a "ghetto bird."
I wonder if that's going to earn her a "whoopin’”, a term that Codename Helga would probably use. Because she’s uncouth.
(In all fairness, it was probably Little Girl #2's homework assignment from "How to Hotwire a Car" class at our local Devry Institute.)
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Ah yes, Albany. Where men in bright yellow hard hats come knocking on your door at 10 at night, asking if they can look at your electric bills. "We only want to save you money!"
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