So. Um. There's no polite way to tell a neighbor that she's being way too loud during sex, is there? Because I've turned my radio up pretty high, and can still hear her, and it's getting really annoying. This building has ridiculously thin walls.

There's no polite way to tell a neighbor that she's being way too loud during sex, is there?

The usual technique is to say "I hope I'm not bothering you with my noise. Those walls are really thin." and hope she gets the message.

So what is the non-chav term for the sweet thing you eat after dinner? (Or should it be supper? Or, anyhow, not tea.)

I adore Scrappy's entire childhood V-Day tradition.

Yay new house! Pictures?

Yay new car!

And I don't actively dislike Valentine's Day; it's just that a checkered romantic history has left me indifferent-to-wary. I'm willing to be won over, though.

And the kid-having definitely helps; my mom always made a big deal out of every holiday, and Valentine's Day always meant a card and a pink or red stuffed animal for each of us, which we found at our places at the kitchen table, which she would set late the night before (weekend V-Days, nice homemade breakfast; weekday V-Days, cereal, but fancy sugar-crusted fruity/marshmallow/fake graham cracker sweet stuff that we usually never got, with five or six boxes lined up on the kitchen table for us to choose from). So this year Matilda got a Winnie the Pooh, which she's been hugging nonstop since then, and Emmett got a Life Is Good t-shirt and some homemade marshmallows (not homemade by me, though).

And Hec got this book.

(((WS))) Brach's with pepper? That's adding insult to injury. Most unfair.

(((Kristin))) Don't clean. Don't organize. Don't fix. Just flump around with furry critters and maybe an old movie or something.

So what is the non-chav term for the sweet thing you eat after dinner?

Pudding.

...interesting. Just heard two men leave from the apartment across the hall.

I love My Fair Lady

Just heard two men leave from the apartment across the hall.

Oh, *my*.

oh. Hil, I am guessing you really don't want to know that much.

Just heard two men leave from the apartment across the hall.

Well, now that sounds like QUITE the Valentine's Day!!! No wonder she was loud!

And just heard the door open and the woman talking to another man, but I'm not sure if he was entering or leaving. Or if he was one of the same ones as the first two.