Do You Hear What I Hear?

My last paper is due tomorrow.  I made it into bed last night at 1:42 AM, tired, but pleased with the amount of work I had completed.  As I pulled back the covers and got into bed, my upstairs neighbors started running the vacuum.  At 1:42 AM. 

The vacuum cleaner stopped.   Then the Christmas Carols began.  Their song of choice?  Do You Hear What I Hear - the Vanessa Williams version.  The irony of their musical selection was hard to bear, but I was too cold to get out of bed to complain.  You're damn right I hear what you hear.  Bah humbug.   

Comments

[Jackie]

They must be related to my upstairs neighbors.

[Michelle]

Why is it always the upstairs neighbors that have weird noisy habits? My upstairs neighbors in Wmsburg also vacuumed and practiced guitar at the WEIRDEST hours. 7 AM, 3 AM...why can't the downstairs neighbors ever have the weird habits, since you can't ever really HEAR the downstairs neighbors unless they're really really loud? Now that I think of it...my downstairs neighbors in Wmsburg were also really really loud, working on construction projects in the wee hours of the morning. Dang, I'm glad I don't live there any more.

Hooray for being done with papers!

[tara]

You made me laugh with this one, so I added you to my bloglines.

I used to live in a basement apartment with really loud upstairs neighbours who every so often woke me up by cranking their stereo when they got home from the bar. Not ironic, but damn annoying. I now live in a cement building where I don't hear anything (well, from above, the airport across the street is another matter!)