This morning Jason discovered that he had a nail in his tire. Armed with his trusty tire-patching tool, he went out to fix it right up (he's used to this, being a construction worker and all). In the process of fixing the flat, after he'd already removed the nail, the tool broke. Without the nail in to hold some of the air in the tire, it went completely flat. Within two hours, our neighbor, he of the ridiculous bass, came over to let us know we had a flat. This is the neighbor who has been driving us crazy for months with said ridiculous bass, the neighbor who for the last few weeks has had no friendly "please turn it down" calls, instead being subjected to our banging on the walls when the volume was turned up to insane. I'm sure he doesn't like us just as much as we don't like him, and for him to come over and tell us about the flat we might not be aware of, well all I could think of was that it was a mighty Christian thing to do (they are regular church-goers). I was feeling all warm and fuzzy, and was even eating a bit of humble pie, but tonight the volume has gone right back up, our apartment is again filled with the bumping of the bass, and I am again cursing the asshole who made such powerful stereo systems cheap enough to be owned by apartment-dwellers.
In other, more happy news, Abigail got her first giant bouncy ball tonight. It was like we injected her with pure happiness, the way she reacted to that ball. All night she was carrying it around, running into things, and falling down. And cackling like a crazed witch. Can't forget that part. Did I mention she speaks in tongues, with a strange voice that would fit very well on an ancient spell-caster? We have one weird, and possibly possessed, little girl on our hands here.
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