we moved into a nice little place of our own. it has mostly been really great. making messes and not feeling guilty. halloween decorations. our own washer and dryer. but we have a really awful downstairs neighbor who took to screaming shhuuuuut uuuuuuup! and banging her ceiling when she thought our kids were being too loud. you know, like sitting on the floor watching television. coloring. eating an apple. picking their nose. SHUUUUUUT UPPPPPPP!
so last week i snapped and i beat her door down and we had a nice little smack down. it was really really bad and i bawled. then she sort of came up to apologize and offered me some wine. then jamie got home. oh boy. lady, NOBODY talks to my wife like that! then he threatened the well-being of her dog, that sort of thing. then she called him an ass. then his temper cooled and he apologized for yelling. then she hugged him and wondered if he had a brother. not to his face but, oh, we heard. remember? thin floors. and somewhere in the mix the reputation of BYU fans was besmirched. (saw that coming with her big red Ute sweater.) scout's honor, all these things happened.
and so now i am suffering the utmost anxiety in this freaking apartment that i have dreamed of having for well over a year! our own home! not a basement! it is so terribly disappointing to feel uneasy in one's own home. oh well. we're moving in january.
(no i'm not tying this post up nicely with a positive thought. i'm still really mad at that crazy lady. but my post title is really funny, right? the national lyric? are you laughing? i'm laughing.)