I will dedicate posting # 10 as an open letter to my upstairs neighbors who to me, resemble gross girlie pigs in flip flops who drink too much and then talk stupidly out the window so as I can hear every word. It is not so much that they are stupid or drunk, because those of you who know me certainly have known me to be those things. At the same time and separately.
No, the reason why I dislike almost every bone in their flip flop wearing (it IS November, after all!) beer drinking, girlie squealing bodies is because I fear one night soon they will wake Austin up and I will have to explain to him what that awful noise is. And that awful noise will most likely be gross drunken sex that seems to end when somebody falls over and passes out. What I figure I will do, if Austin wakes up and wonders what on God's green and mostly lovely Earth is making that ungodly noise is this: I will put on proper shoes, not flip flops and I will walk upstairs with Austin, knock on the door and if somebody happens to answer, I will ask them politley to explain just what the hell they were doing, hanging out the window and having drunken sex. And then I will ask them to explain it to Austin.
And then we will go back to bed and wake up really early and play with Austin's drums. With the windows open, of course.
2 comments:
I'm starting to worry that the upstairs neighbors have read this and now you are locked up in their closet with your typing fingers bound.
"resemble gross girlie pigs in flip flops who drink too much and then talk stupidly out the window"
That seriously made me giggle...what an awesome description. And as tempting as it would be to march up there with him and ask for an explanation, can you imagine what they'd say?? The thought alone scares me, lol.
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