Music in the air...

Well...my dear husband is snoring. I'd love to be too and probably would, except that it seems our neighbors upstairs are hosting the country music awards. Actually, during my time of laying here I believe I've figured it all out. I think the people upstairs are out on a date or something. Leaving their children to party it up. The kids (who sound like they are probably between the ages of 8-13ish) are blaring music. And apparently they are country fans. They really actually sound like they're having a great time--I've heard them singing and dancing and something that sounded like doing flips off a dresser onto the bed perhaps. I'm sure if I were them, I'd be having a blast. So, this thought keeps me from being the grumpy downstairs neighbor who bangs on the ceiling. Of course it is hard to sleep...hmmm...maybe I should go join them! Might as well...haha. It's times like these that I'm especially glad I was a crazy kid who used to blare music and dance and jump on beds too...actually, I suppose using the past tense isn't quite accurate! (I'm recalling memories of blaring music and diving from one bed to another...at the Omni. Yeah. Those who were with me shall remain nameless.) Well, I'm going to lay here and listen to my personal ceiling radio. And think about all the times I kept people awake...and how much fun I was having doing it! ;-)