Last week Mr. and Mrs. Stompy moved out, taking their tap shoes, anvils, and bowling balls* with them. I know we have new upstairs neighbors because I saw them moving in, but that's the only way I could tell. It's like having little mice wearing slippers above us. Or angels flying over the softest snow with fluffy feathers. I love our new neighbors.
*Not really. But they were SO LOUD. They walked loudly, dropped things loudly, Mrs. Stompy laughed loudly--it's amazing how much my blood pressure has dropped this week.
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Uhhhhhh....
I get alarmed so much less, mom!
Is nice...
prow
Ahh... that's got to be nice...
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