Suburban Warfare.

Yesterday I went to the show. Hence, the following photo of me cuddling with my new beau.

Actually, it's not me cuddling with him. It's his ex. She wouldn't let me hug him because she didn't know my mega experience with mini lops. I had one when I was five. I named him Ludwig, after Ludwig van Beethoven. Sweet huh?

Okay, so basically when we got back our neighbours were playing - (I do not jest) - Rascall Flats and Billy Joe Cyrus whatever Roy Hick Thingajoe. Basically I think they had borrowed Sarah Palin's ipod and just plugged it in. And played it. Loudly. I had to retaliate.
.. and what better way to do it than with..

WATERLOO. I WAS DEFEATED YOU WON THE WAR WATERLOO PROMISE TO LOVE YOU FOREVER MORE
I was so passionate about this warfare that I almost even whipped out my BJORN AGAIN shirt and incredible boots that you should ask bex about because they are freaking epic.Sensing the battle was lost, they turned the music down but *we continued to have an abba dance party mix battle karaoke sing along ALL NIGHT LONG. Until the other neighbours complained.

HOT

*okay, so it was just me. Nobody else was cool enough to join