Y'all, I had a bad day. I had a bad evening, I had a bad night. I didn't sleep well. I'm not having a good morning, and I have one more recap to power through before 8 pm, and I've got THOSE FUCKING KIDS ringing my door bell, three separate times, and running off giggling on A SUNDAY MORNING, and I KNOW IT'S THEM, because I went out five minutes later after they got out of their hiding places and I CAN SEE THEM acting a fool down there at the end of the street, and I SWEAR TO GOD if you come up here again I have a 32-inch Easton EA70 alloy softball bat named Big Red and don't you think that just because you're ten fucking years old that I won't BEAT YOUR FOOL ASS DOWN because we have CALLED YOUR PARENTS the OTHER FIVE TIMES you did this, and YOU KNOW BETTER, you were NOT RAISED BY WOLVES. Yes, I AM the mean old lady down the street already at the tender age of thirty and I WILL FUCKING LAY YOU OUT IF YOU SO MUCH AS FUCKING PRINT A FINGER ON MY GODDAMN DOOR BELL ONE MORE TIME.