bad fan

We've been having problems at our apartment lately. The new neighbors downstairs like to party it up late at night, and while I can appreciate late night partying, during the week? Really? I mean, really. You find people to party with around here, on a weeknight? Really. But the main problem is when they are not home - which is often. Their very large dog barks and whines and rams himself into the walls non-stop until the owner comes home. I've never heard a dog that's woof carries so well through walls and ceilings. We can hear him over the television, especially the movie "Premonition" (which was so lame. I like, don't even get it but I don't care).

It's been very windy here on the West Coast - ours is rainy windy, California has the opposite problem. I like watching Arnold S. on the TV talk about it. I could listen to him talk about states of emergency all day. Anyway, the wind is slamming tree branches into our walls.

I can handle these outside threats and noises, but my own ceiling fan? (Thank you to Mrs. Grammar for correcting my spelling of ceiling!)
Yes, while me and Josh were sleeping peacefully in our little bed (not to say it's little, it's a queen size, which is pretty decent if you ask me. I mean little in a cute way. Like, "our cute little bed".) the fan just dropped part of itself onto our bed. But it was done stealthily, because neither of us awoke. Josh did wake up sometime later and thought that I had moved my foot next to mine to be nice, so he started rubbing it with his foot, but soon realized my feet are not usually cold, glassy and oblong shaped. He should've known better anyway, since I keep to my side of the bed when I'm sleeping, I'm not a cuddly sleeper. I sprawl.

I now know what those people mean about near-disaster experience in their home. Cheating injury or even death in your own home. Just think if our heads were where our feet were - lucky for us. One of us could've been bonked on the head pretty good.

I wrote my neighbors a note about their dog, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that their next-door neighbor also wrote them a note. Yay. I'm not the only one who's annoyed.

Maybe I will give them a ceiling fan as a welcome to the complex gift...