Let me tell you, if you have never lived in an apartment with noisy neighbors, count yourself very very lucky! Mike and I live in a two-flat in Chicago. The nice thing about that is we have a lot more room than a regular old apartment—we have a deck, and we have a little yard. I know you can probably get the same size apartment in the city, but I think rent would cost a bit more. Anyway, the last few nights… or more like mornings, around 3am, our upstairs neighbors begin to get ready for work. Their getting ready starts with a shuffling of covers and squeaking of the bed (don’t get any gross ideas! Pervs…). The next noises are creaking floorboards. And they do not stop for the next hour! By the time they leave, I am wide awake. Today, in an effort to avoid having to hear the creaking and walking of laps, I moved to the spare bedroom. When I shuffled sleepily into the room, I didn’t even notice that Mike had been placing all his laundry on the bed and made a “clothes mountain” of sorts. I just pushed the stuff to the side and …

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