Neighborly Day

Do you know your neighbors? Unfortunately, I don't know mine. I rarely, if ever, see their faces. They are nothing more than sounds (and sometimes smells) emanating from our shared walls. If the FBI ever knocked on my door and asked me about my neighbors, I would have to invent names for them:

Neighbor to the right: Curry & Cigarettes

Upstairs neighbors: The Bunyans (All that stomping!)

Neighbors to the left: ... (I never see or hear any evidence of their existence. But, supposedly they are real.)

And if anyone asked our neighbors about me or my husband, this is what they would probably call us: Madame Allergy & Mr. Shouts-at-TV. (Me: Ah-choo! Him: GOOOOOAAAL!!)