One of these days, I will actually give one of these letters to you, but until then I am going "vent" to my blog friends about you in a pretend letter (notice how I have violated two Confession Mama goals in one post!).
It is 9:19 p.m. and my husband just left to go for a bike ride to blow off steam thanks to you. I know that you are still unemployed after 2 years of living next door to us and that you have nothing better to do than play Guitar Hero all day long with your kids, but might I again remind you that you are in your late 40s and must grow up and get a job sometime; not only for your own good but for the sanity of your neighbors. If you must continue to be unemployed, is it possible to play Guitar Hero at a reasonable volume, you know a volume that does not cause our floor to rumble because of the intense bass coming from your house or our pictures on our shared wall to fall down? You see my husband and I, who have returned from a hard day's work (which you know nothing about) would like to sit down with our kids for a peaceful family dinner in our living room without having to hear the incessant loud noise coming through our wall. I appreciate you answering the door, after the 10th time my husband knocked with your guitar in hand to hear what he had to say. However, you failed to turn down the volume like you said you would and I am now sitting on my couch rocking back and forth and biting my nails because I am on the verge of losing my mind. I find myself waiting for you to take a bathroom break so I can bask 2 minutes of silence. My husband has handled it differently; he was about to punch a hole in the wall, so he went for a bike ride to cool down. All I am asking is for you to turn the volume down...oh and get a job...oh and get a minivan...oh and stop getting wasted with your teenage kids and yelling at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night...oh and stop leaving your cigarette butts in front of our garage for my son to pick up. It's just a few simple requests...our sanity depends on it.
Your Friendly Wall Sharer
P.S. If you fail to turn down the volume, do not be surprised if your t.v. and your play station and your guitar are in a million little pieces in the morning...like I said I am on the verge of insanity!!!