Sasquatch lives above me.
You never see him.
You never smell him.
But you hear him.
all. the. time.
buddy, i know it's lonely being big hairy scary and alone, but please, i beg you...
stop playing hopscotch upstairs.
thank you yeti. you can be my friend-outside though.
1 comment:
Too funny...in our last apartment Michael and I called the girl above us Tondertoes...her name was Whitney and she really was a doll but goodness she was so loud. It's not quite as bad at our new place.
I love your blog btw...it's beautiful.
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