Tidbits of life # 3

The neighbors upstairs are once more at it. I can hear the sound of every mumbled verse as it carries down through the walls. The yelling, screaming and stomping around rattles the ceiling in various undesirable ways. As I can almost just picture them flailing there arms about in a most cartoonish way. The husband, is outside doing laps, in no particular order. As he does fairly regularly(as I see now why)