Children Playing in the Streets of Jerusalem

A favorite bible quote. And an instrument of neighborly revenge for me. The DC area is due a "major winter storm" this weekend. Newscasters are prophesying 6-12" of snow. So tomorrow I am so going to be an active and involved supervising parent at snowman building and igloo building that will take place right under Mean Neighbor's window. I'll be ready and able to answer all complaints about the annoying sound of children playing.

Now if I can only channel the serene aspect of Innana for this interaction. Yelling at the stupid bovine really won't help, and I'm sorry to insult cows and bulls everywhere by comparing them to this neighbor.

But my girls have snow pants, hats, parkas, warm winter boots and mittens, and will definitely be able to stay outside for a long time. I think we'll build a few snowmen, an igloo, have a snowball fight or two, and then use boxes as sleds and slide down the small hill in front of MN's apartment (in front of many others' apartments, too, but they don't mind and often come out and join us or invite us in for cocoa afterwards). We could be outside for five or six hours, go inside to warm up, and be outside for another three or four hours. Additionally, the hillside is lit in the evening, so the girls and I could be sliding out there, squealing appropriately, until eight or nine in the evening tomorrow.

I am so looking forward to this. Mainly, to watch my girls have fun, but also for the MN interaction. Yes, I am evil.