Having a Row, All in a Row, Rowing Away.

Row row row...

Damn these thin apartment walls! They do nothing to filter out the noise of the Millers. Mr. Miller and his wife are having another row. It's the third one this week, and it's only Tuesday. They had a truly spectacular one yesterday at six in the evening. My pizza delivery man hung out with me for a few minutes to listen to them. He told me that he didn't think humans could get that loud. I'm glad that he is now better educated. I also had the distinct pleasure, and I use that in the most sarcastic way possible, to be woken up by Mrs. Miller screaming at her husband about his socks. It was four in the morning. I'm planning some amazing act of revenge. Now, it's about Mrs. Miller's "Damn nagging." If I'm feeling particularly vindictive, I record them on my phone and use the audio as entertainment for my friends. They sometimes come over with snacks to hear the Millers fight. 

Row row row...

I've put my clean laundry in a neat row, organized by type. This makes it easier for my to put it all away. The only problem is when I line up my socks, because I roll them up and put them on the floor in a long row. I sometimes forget about them and am only reminded about them when I trip and fall over them. There must be a better way to do this.

Row row row... 

The local college has a rowing team. They put up flyers all over town to advertise their sporting events. They're not very good, as they never win. Still, it's nice to go watch them if it's a sunny day. One of my more interesting friends will drag me to their events, and I usually make alcoholic beverages to drink during them. We're all too old to participate in the rowing, but we enjoy drinking well enough!