(to the tune of "Won't You Be My Neighbor" from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood)
I've had good and bad neighbors over the last two years but some, well, some were worse than others. The current set has been billed the Clompers due to their inability to pick up their feet or walk gently at all. Sigh...
Anyone know where I can find red monkey slippers?
Tune in next week when the world almost ends. Again.
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I have been utterly spoiled by renting a house: I could never, ever tolerate living in an apartment again unless it was built in, like, 1960 and had super thick concrete walls. But probably not even then!
(That said, I find those new condo things downtown oddly tempting.)