My neighbor stopped me earlier to ask if everything was okay at my house. He had heard yelling and wanted to make sure I hadn't strung my kids up by their toes that we were okay.
Oops.
The kidlets had friends over and were singing Hannah Montana songs at the top of their little lungs. With the windows open. All of the windows in the house were open. Every single fricking one.
Oh well, at least they had fun.
