Fee, Fie, Fo, Fumb!!!!!

Ryan and I live on the 2nd floor of a 3 story apartment building. As a result, we frequently hear people walking- loudly- above us. We have come to endearingly call them "The Stompertons." At 6:00am we open our eyes and think, "Oh good, the Stompertons are awake." Its always so fun to hear someone else showering and getting ready during that last 30 minutes of sleep that you are trying to preciously hold on to. During the day when one of us is home from work we think "Hmm... the Stompertons must be home too." What kind of jobs do they have that they are always around????? In the evening we want to kindly remind them, "Go to bed Stompertons." Once we even hosted a meet and greet ice cream sundae party for our neighbors and as we were sitting in the living room said to each other, "Obviously the Stompertons are home. Why don't they want to come meet us?"

I'm pretty sure that I've actually seen Mr. Stomperton (and perhaps the Mrs.?) out with their dog, but I didn't get the awkward opportunity to introduce myself to them. So sadly, we still don't know their names. Just the sound of their big giant feet. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.