So my neighbor upstairs has already made it into my blog a couple times… loud, Jerry Springer-ish fights have happened multiple times (next time I’m calling the police – this is getting out of hand). This morning though, she was preparing for church, only I didn’t know it. Here’s how it went down:

Abby was watching Arthur in the front room while Jessica and I were getting ready and I thought, “Wow, that’s a funny sound to be in Arthur.” It was, because it wasn’t in Arthur, it was in the bathroom upstairs. My neighbor was doing scales to prepare for singing at church, only it wasn’t the “Mi-May-Ma-Mo-Moo” scales, it was “woooo-oooooo-oooo-oo” [the sliding scale that starts low and slides up high] type of scales. Over and over and over and… well I’m glad we’re leaving for church in a moment.