http://www.asofterworld.com/nn.com/
I have taken to using my sorority paddle to bang on the ceiling when he gets too loud, which is basically every day. And makes me the crotchety old lady that lives downstairs. And I'm kind of ok with that. What I'm not ok with is the fact that it does no good because I don't think he can hear the banging over the music. Must work on better plan, even though this one makes me feel better.
And this is one reason that I'm moving into what Maureen likes to call "The old Jewish lady building"*. Reason its called this: when all the old Jewish ladies outlive their husband's they move into this building (or at least they use to, now its 25% old jewish ladies, 75% "young professionals"). No joke, its this ugly blue building but its in a great neighborhood with no less than two grocery stores, three bars, five restaurants, a coffee shop, and two banks within walking distance. And we all know how little I like to walk (notice how often Bagel and I drove to school) so you've gotta know they're close. Oh, and did I mention its on the 10th floor with a killer view? I'm a little excited about it. Except that my potential landlord has a tendency to call me "dear" or "sweetie" which I find to be patronizing, but he's either really trusting or underestimating me because he's letting me write my own lease**
That's it from KC, signing off. More stories to come!
*Bagel, I may not be able to turn you into an old Jewish man, but stick with me and I may be able to turn you into an old Jewish woman.
**Don't get too excited kids, I'm using the standard lease form provided courtesy of my father, no fun clauses in this one. I did some negotiating (basically saying, "Umm, that clause isn't legally enforceable" and then offered the standard form. I win ;)
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