Mr. Blonde style tales that aren't really about Mr. Blonde, but you might think so.

[angry pancake]

I've lived in the same house for I guess about 10 years. The neighbor across the street, I'll call him Charlie, is actually a really cool dude. He and his wife are both scientists and work in a big ass lab etc. His wife is reasonably cool as well, at least to me anyway. When they moved in there daughter was in early grade school. Always a gangly scrawny kid who played in the dirt. This morning, I leave late and I notice a really nice looking youngish women getting out of the driver's side of Charlie's truck. Charlie out of the passenger side. I go over to say hello as I usually do. His goddamned daughter was driving. She's sixteen now almost seventeen. Tall, blonde, and filled out really nicely. I was floored. It seemed this gangly awkward kid with glasses was falling off her skateboard not too long ago. I guess I had somehow gone a few years without bumping into her. Appears she spends summers in Russia with her grand parents and her mom doesn't let her during the school year.

To be clear, I don't have any thoughts of waiting until she legal and moving in on it. None--that's kinda creepy from my perspective. I used to keep an eye on her while one of her parents would make short errands. No chance of seeing AP on catch a predator. Also because I think she's legal in Texas.

After I said goodbye and went on my way amazed at how quick the little kid grew up, I went into my garage and punched a hole in the wall. Any suggestions on how to repair it?