Well, we may have run the downstairs neighbors off. You see, we have not seen them for about three days and yesterday there was a note on the door of their apartment from the office "that it did not matter... just let them know... I am sure we can work something out..." (Couldn't read it all since it was shoved in the door frame.)
72 hours before the note...
Ding Dong... Downstairs neighbor with a thick southern accent "It sounds like a herd of horses up there."
Sorry about that, we will work on that.
144 hours before the note...
Ding Dong... Downstairs neighbor with a thick southern accent "Can you quiet it down... it is really loud downstairs" Sorry about that. We will get the girls to settle down.
168 hours before the note...
Ding Dong... Downstairs neighbor with a thick southern accent "Good Day, Sir, sorry to bother you, but is there any way you might be able to quiet down." Sorry, we are getting the girls ready for bed, we will be quiet.
So, we had walking lessons today after church. Garrett taught all of us stompers how to walk quietly. Hopefully that will help. But I am not holding my breath. We are loud. Always have been as I am sure some of you know. But we will try.
'Til the next adventure...
OMG, you have got to be kidding me!
ReplyDeleteI've always heard those southerners can be quite sensitive! Who knew that meant their ears!
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine what it must be like on Wii night! =)
I love your loudness! :-)
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