Jenny

The upstairs neighbors do seem to have a habit of turning into elephants before walking around. It's the simplest way I can think of to explain the heaviness of their steps. The person below me has a work schedule other than the standard Monday to Friday day shift one.

Very true, unfortunately. The person below me thinks I've done enough work today and I should get to go home now.

Soft copy. I have enough papers around here! Flavored water or pop/soda?

I'd like to try refurbishing, but I have no capabilities for such. So, new it is, or new-to-me gently used, more likely. Ibuprofen, aspirin, or acetaminophen as your preferred headache cure?

Planning out some meals for the week and then grocery shopping. It's not odious, exactly, but I sure as heck don't want to do it at the moment. The person below me has too small of a refrigerator and freezer.

In modern times, the asylum. But if it were back in the Victorian Era, I think the prison would actually be easier to deal with! Get an afternoon nap or be sleepy all day and go to bed early?

Yes, unless they're mean people and I just made them happy by messing something up. The person below me tries to eat mostly healthy food.

I doubt it, or maybe it's more of an "I hope not." I would like to think he really meant everything he said during his tryout about being willing to do whatever it takes to stay with the team and get back to the NHL. No doubt he wants to play, but this is only game 4 of 82 (+). He can afford to be patient.

Prefer new when I can afford it. Facebook or Google+ ?

I do. It gives the impression of being fun and cute. Which is probably why my in-laws used it for their non-stop-motion wheaten terrier. The person below me is somewhat irked with the Wings' October schedule. (What do you mean, I have to go from Saturday to Thursday without seeing them play???)

Really, is changing things up so as to put Pavel and Hank together ever a bad idea?

Dingle. Quilt or fuzzy blanket?

Only if I'm in a hotel or other unfamiliar place. (Okay, maybe it's more because I'd worry about tripping over something if I had to get up in the dark.) At home, my stuffies keep the monsters away. The person below me still has at least one of their childhood stuffed animals.

Well, I meant to sign up from work yesterday, but apparently the work 'net filters block the picks site as a gambling site. Oh well, at least I'm in for the Saturday and Sunday games-- I guess this can be one of my drop-the-low-score weeks.

Citrus. Mike Babcock's hair or Paul MacLean's mustache?

Oh yes. Let's be honest here, I plan my life around the Wings schedule. The person below me is worried about a family member.

I'm pretty much ready to head up NOW and just chill in Hart Plaza until the doors open! Unfortunately, my employer doesn't see it quite the same way.

I am SOOO ready for this! Wings 4 (Pavel, White, Mule, Bert) Sens 1 (Spezza)

Once for a broken arm and once for a root canal. They were prescription, of course! (And quite honestly, I found that ibuprofen was better for the pain.) The person below me finds most morning radio show "comedy" to be too irritating to deal with first thing in the morning.

Casey and I will be there. I'm so excited!

That would be so perfect! Unfortunately, my cousin seems disinclined to go along with my plan. I'll have to lobby for next year.

TIGERS. (Not a baseball fan, myself, but I'll always pull for the Detroit team over anyone else!) Skinny jeans or boot cut jeans?

Yes, occasionally for pranky type messages and occasionally for work-related ones where I just didn't want to deal with talking to a human. The person below me has gone to a Griffins game.

Aww, that would be so perfect! I think she's got her heart set on having the baby and the dog dressed in matching pumpkin costumes, though. Oh! The dog is a large-ish black lab mix, so if the baby goes as a werewolf, they could be Remus Lupin and Sirius Black from Harry Potter!

Going around to get it. I LOVE trick or treating. I actually wound up going as an adult one year-- I was taking my brother the year he was 11 and I was 26, and I was in costume just for fun, and there were so few actual children out that year that people wound up giving me candy too! (The fact that I was dressed as a murdered referee, the night after a game when the Wings had been badly jobbed by the refs, may have also had something to do with it.) So... um...now that I've written us a novella... Would you rather work in a quiet environment or a noisy, active one?