I’m a little late blogging this morning.

Why?

I got up late?

Why?

My damn next door neighbor had his bass thumping until freaking 4:45 in the morning!?!?! How do I know this? Yeah, I was up.

Why?

‘Cause of the damn thumping.

I can put up with it during the day. My brain works fast enough that I can drown it out even though sometimes he turns it up loud enough to shake my desk (I’m pretty sure his stereo shares a wall with my office). He works from 2-10 so if I move my laptop to the couch with me until 1:30 I don’t have so many problems.

But 4:45?!?!

And to further exacerbate the problem both my husband and I hate confrontation. Yes, we’re the kind of people that will lay in bed stewing rather than actually knock on the guys door and ask him to turn down the bass (oh, and I hear no music, it’s just the thumping). The Hubster started to get up at about 3 last night to go knock on the door but as soon as he opened the door the thumping stopped.

It started again about 5 minutes later.

So, today, after I’m sure he’s gone at 2:00 I’m going to slip a nice note under the door and hope that he doesn’t retaliate by turning up the bass even more.

After that, it’s war.