There's no place like home, there's no place like home

The guy above us must have two ton feet. Some dude comes home around 11:30 pm - way past our bedtime on a motorcycle that he can't help himself but rev up every chance he gets. Guess amidst my being awoke from my slumber I'm supposed to be impressed. Headlights in my bedroom from people parking outside my window. Our washing machine has a mind of it's own... can't stay balanced and keeps loosening the waterline which then leaks on the floor. Loud drunk asses stumbling in from the bar they just closed down. Mysterious loud noises that shake the windows from someone beating a door or dragging something heavy up the stairs... Now we know why the fan on the a/c unit was set to 'on' for constant white noise. It is way loud - we have to turn the tv way up to even hear it- but at least when it's time for me to get my beauty sleep it helps drown out all the noise. Crappy construction or just excessively loud and inconsiderate folks... the jury's still out. Guess they may be blogging saying who's the new neighbors that have screaming babies:) I wanna make like Dorothy, click my ruby red slippers and go home!