Multi-part post, in order of increasing seriousness:
1. Irish soda bread (or is it Irish pop bread now that I'm in the midwest?) sounds so good in theory, but it's always disappointing.
2. Some of you (none of you) may remember that, years ago, I kvetched about my deadbeat downstairs neighbor smoking and the smell invading our apartment. Well, he finally left due to not paying rent. My landlord was downstairs working on the apartment today, and my wife wanted to see. The once-white walls were disgusting brown. The landlord did not understand why. My wife reminded him about the smoking. I doubt my landlord will ever look the other way when a tenant is smoking in the future. The apartment apparently smelled like dog piss and cigarettes.
Part 2 of this story is that at one point my landlord bolted out the door because some dude in a pickup truck was stealing the garbage cans from behind the building. My landlord is a very mild mannered, polite guy, but man did he go off on that guy. His excused was that he thought the cans were being thrown out... 4 garbage cans (with garbage in them), neatly arranged next to a wall, very far away from the curb. My neighborhood is fun.
3. I was going to post something actually serious, but it's got me a bit more than hibb'dy-jibb'dy, so I changed my mind.