Feb 18, 2006

get me a gun.

or a good saw so i can cut off some legs.

but i'm not bitter, noooooooooooooo...

my next door neighbor (not to be confused with my downstairs one who had the tv & stereo on so loud @ 3am a month or so ago) has the Army running up & down the stairs, in & out the door. it's been nonstop for about an hour now.

they're not moving. well, at least not moving out of the apartment. but they are moving.
moving too much.

damn. when did i turn into the Cranky Old Lady who bitches at the kids to "get off my lawn"?

let's hope it's not old age. let's hope it's just the diet talking.

or the desire for really good chocolate cake.

that's what i'm talkin' about. dessert.

and a quiet apartment.

2 comments:

doodlebugmom said...

My family is a combination of the stair runners and the loud tv guy. I have one advantage, I can tell them to sit down and shut up. But when I do i have to see the eyes rolling.

Small Town Diva said...

i lived below an apartment with wood floors and a family with four boys who never slept. that made me a cranky old biddie at the age of 23!