last night i was roused from my peaceful slumber by mickey, who whispered, "you gotta get up! wake up!" in a disoriented, grouchy state, i fumbled for my glasses on the nightstand, and rolled over to get up. i asked, "what's wrong?!" thinking, the house is on fire, mickey cut himself, the cat is puking, something.
mickey's reply, "nothing's wrong! there's just a mariachi band at the next door neighbor's house and i thought you'd like to see it."
sure enough, when we ran downstairs to look out the kitchen window, there was a mariachi band serenading the next door neighbors. at 11:45 at night. full costume. trumpets. the works.
now, how could i be grouchy anymore? a mariachi band!