Heavy footed, clomping upstairs neighbors at 2:00 AM. I think they were playing drunken bocce up there. Or maybe full court b-ball. Being pregnant and stressed about the impending move has already made my sleep less than great. Big Foot upstairs last night didn't help. From here on in, buddy, I'll vacuum at 7:00 AM and grind coffee beans at 6:00 if the mood strikes.
3 comments:
The early-morning attack is totally the way. You've got virtue on your side: bring it on!
i think when you're pregnant you're allowed to do whatever you want. so step it up a notch and knock on his door in the middle of the night asking for favors.
Don't frown upon nostalgia! It's the only thing I live for!
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