Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Dear Inconsiderate People Who Live Out their Rockstar Fantasies in my Basement

Our 1910 hardwood floors do not block all noise originating from the basement - you are a moron if you think otherwise. I don't mind that our backdoor neighbors use our basement as a jam studio, but really, practices that begin at 10pm need to stop...seriously. They need to stop. And don't think that by asking me to play the tambourine I'll forget about the sleep I'm missing. Truth - I hope the neighbors call and make a noise complaint and the cops show up. Actually, that's not a bad idea. I might just make an anonymous call right now...

3 comments:

Hoopesfam4 said...

I second your venting about inconsiderate neighbors...like the people who live next door to us who like to kill themselves via nicotene inhalation, but don't give a second thought to tossing all their nasty, disgusting cigarette butts over the wall and into our backyard. Right, as if I have time to go out daily and pick up the evidence of their nasty habit so that my curious daughters don't put the repulsive things in their mouths. Could I call the cops and complain of littering?

Ryan, Cynthia & Family said...

Rock On \|_| (that's the internet sign for the rock-on hand gesture!)

And the next time I see you I'm going to sing ... "Hey Misses Tamberine Girl ..." and you know how rockin that is given my current talent for carrying a tune. Oh wait, that's not me.

Darby said...

So did you play the tambourine?