Well, *somebody's* getting lucky
Have I mentioned our little friends upstairs of us? Probably half a dozen times in the last week or so, we've heard this nice little "Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak-squeak-squeak." Um. The first time it happened was when Jennie was visiting. We were all in our respective beds/couches when it started. I didn't think Shelley was probably getting busy in her bed alone (and told her as much), so I knocked to ask if she heard it, too. She did. So did Jennie. That brought on lots and lots of giggles.
It was funny once, but it happens a LOT. I am so ready to purchase a new bed for them. Or an oil can to fix the squeakage on the one they have. It happens, at like, ten in the morning, too! Ahhhh!!
I am completely disturbed by the porny goings-on of our upstairs neighbors.