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.
Ahh… that’s got to be nice…
Uhhhhhh….
I get alarmed so much less, mom!
Is nice…
prow