So I am going to bed in about 5 minutes because I am falling asleep while writing and I think my grammar is getting worse by the second. Also I want to ignore the laughing children upstairs not doing their homework or their chores and that will be so much easier when I'm asleep.
This man in Portland, Maine is having a worse day than me, but not by much.
When I first read this story, it didn't say it was Maine and I was really confused because Portland, Oregon doesn't seem like the kind of place that would ticket someone for whistling, but apparently Portland, Maine is just such a place. This guy loves to whistle, but he can whistle quite loudly so the business owners downtown don't want him to. He says it's free speech, and a judge agreed--sort of. He can whistle as long as he keeps moving, which is weird, and sort of unfair to everyone involved because nobody gets what they want so in the end is sort of fair. So Mr. Whistler will keep whistling while moving and I will thank him for reminding me to be grateful that I have never been declared a public nuisance. That may be because I didn't learn how to whistle until I was 19 and I am spectacularly bad at it, but still, I've never had a ticket of any kind, unless you count the parking one Child 1 got a couple of weeks ago which was my fault. Another ticket would have been all I needed to make this day one of the worst ever since Husband left for Afghanistan. Excuse me while I go to bed and try to forget this day ever happened.