I could blame it on the rainburst we enjoyed this morning, but I suspect it's my own occupational disaffection.
Wahj: ... The wives seem not to understand the sacred importance of MoHAA.[At this point, I conceded defeat because I couldn't think up any more references from The Lord of the Rings, plus I didn't want to get oil from barbecued chicken wings onto my cellphone.]
Me: The wives are all too aware of the power of the IDOLATRY that is MoHaa.
Wahj: Hissss! I banish thee! Begone!
Me: Ye idolaters shall be stoned unto eternal regret come Judgement Day!
Wahj: Don't make me use the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch on you ...
Me: I shall stake you and ye shall be dust.
Wahj: Only now, at the very end, do you realise the power of the Dark Side ... *zap lightning*
Me: You ... shall ... not ... PASS!! *boom*
Wahj: I will break the Wizard ... *sword
breaks in twobursts into flames*
kk --- Is this image clear enough for a translation? Does it say doko made ikeru ka, ganbare, faito or something else altogether?
That's where I used to live in Chicago: four girls, a backyard for barbecues (although we ever only threw one), and a porch for introspective evenings (or sometimes, for recovering from hangovers and painful telephone calls).
Good times ...
Find the satellite map for where you used to live (assuming it was in North America).