Yesterday, we had decided to work on the yard. While I was weeding in the front yard, my husband was attacking poisonous spiders that were hiding along our car port. We were very successful, including busting out the weed whacker and trimming up one set of palm trees.
In other news, while I was kneeling and pulling weeds, I heard two young boys, around 11 or 12, making all of this racket– screeching and hollering. They were on their bikes and slowly pedaling up the road towards me. As they closed in, I heard the one boy say to the other, “I beatbox like a pro, you beatbox like my mom.” To which his friend laughed and said that his friend was funny. My heart then proceeded to shatter when the first boy started to “beatbox” in a manner that make me think of the ever horrifying Skrillex.
I feel so sorry for this generation of children growing up that have absolutely NO idea of what beatboxing really is and if they ride by making that noise again, I may push their bikes over.