Monday, February 25, 2008

Dear Stinkie Band Next Door,

You have two minutes to get off the crazy train before I come over and put a drumstick up your nose hole.

I'm trying to study over here.

**update: David reminds me that they have never once sold heroin out of their house. We have actually had neighbors to that, so I guess this isn't so bad. I'm feeling calm now. (Serenity NOW!) And you're not that stinkie, you're actually not so bad.

6 comments:

Elisa M said...

I love you

susan said...

Thank you. I need it.

Carla Jean said...

I was definitely thinking of your old neighbor as I read this one.

susan said...

Well, you know, at least she was interesting. Frightening and quite likely to get me shot, but interesting.

amanda hannah said...

you are much nicer about the stinkie band than i would be. that would drive me nuts!

susan said...

Well, David kind of set me straight. I called him screaming and he said "So, wanna move to Hoover?" And I said, "No thank you. I'm going to make the supper now."

You kind of take the good with the bad to live here. You can't live like you're in Hoover and still enjoy being here.