You know that Danny Devito Matthew Broderick movie about the neighbors who fight over Danny Devito’s decision to light his house with so many Christmas decorations that his house can be seen from space? No? You havent been bedridden for the entirety of the Fall and relegated to watching whatever idiotic movies Blockbuster sees fit to mail you? Well, excuuuusseeee mmeeeeee. Jerk.
Anyway, so I moved back to the ECB for the week and my mother had a last minute Christmas…um…seizure since I was going to be home. She decided to decorate the hallway and the apartment. Included in these decorations is a Christmas clock. This thing plays a medley of Jingle Bells, Santa Claus is coming to town and I want to wish you a Merry Christmas. All. Day. Long.
All damn day long.
Over and over until you want to kill people. And it’s loud.
I mean, I can barely talk to my mother on the phone for the noise this thing makes in the background.
I dunno though, I somehow manage to block it out when I’m in my room watching TV or the blogging and whatnot. So, I can’t say I noticed the pleasant silence all day today, until my mother yells out “what the hell?”
Followed by “Dawn Julianna Summers!”
“Yes?”
“Come here!”
I walked out to the hallway to find my mother holding the green Christmas clock chord.
“What?”
“Did you do this?”
At the very end of the cord where a copper plug used to be…was now frayed wire jutting out of where the cord had been severed.
I laughed.
“What? I didn’t do it.” I said out loud. Though why on earth I didn’t think of that days ago, escapes me, I thought silently.
Our resident gossip came over when she heard the commotion.
And reported that my mom’s next door neighbor was complaining about the music yesterday.
“She must have done it.”
My mother was not happy. And…umm…I’m guessing when the neighbor wakes up tomorrow morning to find that a particular brand of Summers justice has been visited upon her…she’s not going to be happy either.
Just. Sayin.
Did I mention Merry Christmas….hahahahahahhahaha