Oh, and I forgot to tell you my crazy note-leaving neighbor came 'round again. Sunday night, as I enjoyed the football game around 6 p.m. I heard the "shhsshhh" of paper being slipped under my front door. Apparently dude had run out of notebook paper because I found there 2 envelopes. The first one said:

If my letter didn't turn you OFF - Give me a call 703-555-0000. Hey, it's been a week - [D]

And the second added:

My fault It's been two weeks. [D]

Oy. Dude is SERIOUSLY addled.