That’s right, you read it right.
Apparently my husband and I had one last night.
At least, according to the note pinned to our front door.
I can assure you that it was not Robert and I. (Okay, I can’t really assure you but I am telling you.) Trust me, I would be proud if said sexorcism was ours.
I was sick last night and in bed with A Visit from the Goon Squad and Rob was eating salt-n-vinegar chips and watching soccer. I was asleep early with tissues in my nostrils because my nose wouldn’t stop running. Sexy, right?
Rob told me the couple in the building across way were going at it really loudly. Naturally, with my hearing loss, I did not hear. (I miss out on all the fun.)
I wish I had the courage to leave a note like that on someone’s door.
(Actually, no. I don’t.)
Nonetheless, the note made my day. I am going to leave it there.