My kids and I have been living in this little apartment for the past couple years. I don’t really know any of my neighbors, but I’ve picked up a few nuggets about them nonetheless. For example, I know the people who live next to us like to sing songs. In Spanish. Very poorly. Really loudly (seriously, I was able to use Shazam through the walls to learn the name of the song. It was Calma. Catchy tune.)
I know that the people who live above us are from Jamaica and when they have their door propped open, yummy cooking smells waft down to us. My kids and I have also surmised what their favorite pastimes are. In fact, we’ve compiled a list of the top ten favorite activities of our upstairs neighbors.
9. Jumping rope
8. Irish clog dancing with a few of their closest friends
7. Leap frog
6. Sack races
5. Auditioning for Bring in ‘Da Noise, Bring in ‘Da Funk.
4. Shot put
1. Reenacting Miley Cyrus’s Wrecking Ball on Hippity Hops.
And meanwhile, I want so badly to do this:
But my broom broke and the handle is only about 2 feet long now. And I’m afraid if I complain, they’ll add loud music to their repertoire so I’ll stick to complaining about the herd of water buffalo that live above me on my blog instead.