tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189382031351452383.post6898701357797731748..comments2023-09-17T01:08:26.406-07:00Comments on B is for Brady... as in Kenny & Jill: A late night and the cops.kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08368994419937583414noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189382031351452383.post-17904897749476147522011-10-08T17:21:07.264-07:002011-10-08T17:21:07.264-07:00Jill! I had these crazy neighbors in the apartment...Jill! I had these crazy neighbors in the apartment below me! They would blast their bass and get drunk and then all their little friends would hang out on the balcony (that sits RIGHT below my balcony) and yell and smoke and talk in the most primitive way. The bass was awful, but the smoking was worse. They would smoke EVERY 20 min!! I couldn't keep my sliding door open because it would stink up my apartment. I called the cops on them many times! I feel no shame! They were so inconsiderate. One time I even called the cops in the middle of the day because they were fighting like crazy and I couldn't concentrate on my work! Luckily they moved out last week! So I only had to endure a year of craziness and feeling like a prisoner in my own home. I really did hate them though, they were in the reserves and I would always wish they would get sent to war. I am evil, but they made me this way!!Emiliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13319287931952076072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189382031351452383.post-81303869050582168202011-09-19T10:11:40.135-07:002011-09-19T10:11:40.135-07:00i feel you. we have always had crazy neighbors in ...i feel you. we have always had crazy neighbors in la, let's talk crazy neighbors next time we talk:) you looked beautiful on saturday.A | Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13365267058198111162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189382031351452383.post-71342518290483199722011-09-08T21:50:00.950-07:002011-09-08T21:50:00.950-07:00loved this. If your desired bed time determines yo...loved this. If your desired bed time determines your age I am SO old. Maybe it's the newborn feedings combined with the toddler nightmares and the husband getting home late, but I like to be in bed before 10 & would probably call the cops on anyone making lots of noise around me after that. Let alone 2am.heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10736389904029416444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189382031351452383.post-1215092917660771332011-09-02T09:30:46.994-07:002011-09-02T09:30:46.994-07:00FREAKING AWESOME! Good for you!FREAKING AWESOME! Good for you!US!https://www.blogger.com/profile/04607214406107162619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189382031351452383.post-19957177932374532102011-09-02T08:07:16.334-07:002011-09-02T08:07:16.334-07:00Don't worry, you're not alone. I'm an ...Don't worry, you're not alone. I'm an old lady too. I get irritated when train commuters park in front of my house. I call to have cars towed when they've been on the street too long. It means we're maturing, right?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13943596405295997152noreply@blogger.com