Yet another neighbor moved out this weekend. It can't be me, can it?
Of course, the one downstairs, with the heavy footed tween girl, who likes to "brag" to her friends about her "crazy partying" upstairs neighbor to make herself appear cooler to prepubescent boys, is still here. And she has an actual land line phone, that rings at top volume and completely throws me off each time I hear it! Ah technology...you have made me so intolerant to retro.