Love Thy Neighbor

I think God would have added a footnote to this one if his neighbor had created an elaborate fan system venting the smoke of an illegal substance directly into God's bedroom windows.  Or if  he lived above a man who played his TV at sonic boom decibel levels and then proceeded to have a shouting matches via cell phone. Of course we mustn't forget the resident musician previously mentioned, who frankly should be a much better sax player than he is given all his practice. 

How we always end up next to the crazies is beyond my comprehension. I always thought we were perfect neighbors; no parties, in bed early, low-key... Even June Bug was really quiet as a baby. He didn't cry much, and when he did he easily settled. He's not talking or walking....

And then I remembered the Jumperoo. Perhaps we're not so Mr. Roger-esque in our neighbor status.