Pick and choose your battles

Recently James and I have had a new lady move in beneath us at our apartment complex. Until now, we have had minimal reason to complain about our humble abode. Sure our neighbors to the left deal weed and smoke weed on a daily basis, wafting it's tormenting aroma into our home. Sure our friendly neighbor downstairs calls me "baby girl" and talks to James about his days in a gang for hours, until I take pity on the poor fella and find some excuse to get him out of the conversation. But we don't complain, all minor dealings of living in an apartment complex. But there is one thing the Barcrofts don't tolerate, mess with our sleep and you mess with us! Our newest neighbor below has deemed the hours of 7:00-10:00 am on Saturday and Sunday mornings the ideal time to blast her bumpin' tunes, the bass shaking our floor. The first few times it happened, we simply attempted to ignore the pesky tunes. However, there is only so much a person can take before they explode. This morning, James reached his boiling point......

I had already been awakened at 7:00 to my unpleasant and uninvited alarm, so was up and decided I might as well start getting ready for church. As I was blowing my hair dry, I saw the door of our bedroom fly open, and there was James, standing there with the look of a man ready for battle. He stormed into our living room, placed our sub-woofer face down to the floor, and turned our bass up all the way. He blasted 2-3 songs before we finally heard our defeated neighbor finally turn down her music. James triumphantly declared "We have victory!" and proceeded to celebrate with a bowl of Honey'Oh's. We may pick and choose our battles, but the ones we choose, WE WILL WIN!