This is my impression of the woman who lives downstairs (two full floors below me):

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! I LIKE TO TALK ON THE PHONE AT ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT! I ALSO HAVE WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE THE LOUDEST VOICE IN ALL CREATION! BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!

She’s LOUD. Times a lot. From what I understand she’s very nice, but she seems to have no concept of “inside voice”. It’s boggling and extremely annoying when you’re trying to sleep – there’s nothing like being woken up before 8am on a Sunday morning by a very detailed one-sided conversation (the person on the other end of the phone isn’t getting much in edgewise) that literally echoes off the buildings and comes into our bedroom window crystal clear as though she were hovering outside our window yelling her life story at us in Israeli. I’m thinking about leaving a note on her door – a polite one, but one that explains just how incredibly loud she is when she hangs out her window to chat on the phone.

So hey, what the fuck is up with all this snow?