day 101: fear and loathing in Indianapolis

Have I ever told you how much I hate this neighborhood?

Actually, loathe is the better word there.

(but please forget all this for when we list our house on the market later this year. please?)

Just today, for instance, I heard 5 gunshots in my very neighborhood.

(yes, they were gunshots, and not fireworks. they sound different.)

5 of them.

And the sad thing is, my kids recognize that sound now, too, cause we've heard it enough.

Except after the 3rd one rang out this morning, R said, "It was probably just someone shooting some birds for dinner."

K and I exchanged glances.

"Yeah, cause we live like it's 1840," she whispered to me.