May 30, 2006

I'm huntin' rooster

It would seem that farm livin' is not the life for me.

Our neighbors across the road have roosters. Well, at least one. Anyway, given that we like to sleep with our windows open when it's DAMN HOT out, that bastard rooster keeps waking us up at the crack-of-our-ass dawn.

Bastard.

What makes it worse is when the peacock - yes, I said peacock - starts up too. My gawd.

Time to fire up the AC, I think.