I found this awesome glass on my road trip with Penelope last weekend at one of the antique shops.
That blue paper that I am holding is what I received in the mail today from my condo association.

"Dear Owner,

Recently, there have been several complaints received concerning designated play areas within the community.
The only areas designated for playing is the park area and the area at the basketball court along with the adjacent field.
Playing in the common areas behind, front and the fire lanes is not permitted.
Please review the following rules..."

The so-called dilapidated play area is a swing set that has rusted chains.
One seat sits so high that buG cannot get on it alone.
The other is so low you cannot swing without dragging your knees!
It is surrounded by drains with large rocks that are unsafe for kids.
This letter is a direct result of my neighbor across from me.
She stands at her door with her hands on her hips
staring at the kids.
She is the same woman whom complained about 3 lb Max playing on the grass.
I am so angry.
How pathetic is it when children do not bring joy to someone.
This is NOT a retirement community and more and more children have moved in.
I will be going to next month's meeting along with pictures of these so-called play areas and I will fight to have the bylaws updated.



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Whatcha Gonna Do, Whatcha Gonna Feel? I don't know
Whatcha Gonna Feel, Whatcha Gonna Do? Oo won't someone tell me
Whatcha Wanna Say, Whatcha Wanna Do? There's only one thing left to say
Whatcha Wanna Do, Whatcha Wanna Say? Ooooo

C'est La Vie, C'est La Vie - That's just the way it goes (That's Life) Oh yeah
C'est La Vie, C'est La Vie - That's just the way it goes (That's Life)

Robbie Nevil