Yesterday we took Emily to a wedding (Michael and Rachel)--she wore a new dress. The wedding was lovely, and we had a lot of fun.
Today is back to earth in a hurry. Family Student Housing is plagued by door-slammers. You know, people who think that the door must be slammed with incredible force to close. Or in other words, people who have no manners, which is pretty much the norm here in the Land of Solipsism (as I was typing this, another door just slammed). Anyway, the door-slammers wake up Emily when she's trying to nap--seriously, that's how hard they slam their doors. One of them is our downstairs neighbor, so it's not surprising that this one wakes Emily up, but there are two across the courtyard who consistently wake her. Idiots. One of them is 8 months pregnant; I have fantasies of standing outside their door after the baby born and pounding a drum or something, so that they can see what it's like.
If we left this place tomorrow, it wouldn't be soon enough.
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