Which means a couple of things.
One, even though I'm still on summer break M and 190 others friends claim they are not. Which somehow seems unfair because I love staying up late watching old black and white movies and sleeping till 930am. Leaving the house at 630am seems sort of like a cruel punishment. Seems? No it is! But someone else has other plans for me...that someone leads the band. Yep, marching band is back in full swing. Sure M's been spinning her flag and rifle like there is no tomorrow since the first part of June--today marks the beginning of full band. This means up early, fighting the campus construction, parents and teenage drivers on the high school lot. For M it means up early, out in the heat and humidity all day, working towards the same goal as her 190 friends, coming home to be crabby by 7pm and in bed by 9pm dreaming of bandwiches and marching down Pasadena's Colorado Blvd.
Second, as mysteriously as the Klopek's came and went so comes our new temporary neighbors...we'll call them "frat boys". Although we are not sure how many boys fill the house we are certain by the cars parked in the driveway and on the street that there will be many. King Ralph is walking around instructing the girls not to talk to the "frat boys" or even look there way. Protective father, oh-brother. I have a feeling landlord has let it be known that those of us who bookend the ole' mysterious rental house are not all that fond of our revolving neighbors. I have a feeling I may have more to share about the "frat boys"...time will tell. I'm thinking it's gonna be an Animal House this go around.
Now, since Mondays mean really only one thing around this female dominating house, The Bachlorette (cause there is nothing better than cheesy-trashy-head-shaking-love-seeking-mini-porn reality televison), I must part way.