Oh, the utter indignity of apartment living. It's one thing to have to drag one's laundry across the complex or be restricted from owning so much as one small cat, but it's entirely another to have one's bodily functions advertised to the neighbors. This morning, Hubs had the strange experience of listening to our next door neighbor curse at his bladder as he apparently struggled with a kidney stone. This is our guess. We have no way of actually knowing what his problem was, only that it sounded extremely painful.
At any rate, this brought to mind our thin walls and the fact that our neighbors probably think we are insane, what with all of the horsing around, cursing, and tickle fights. Not to mention the occasional personal body noise that might escape.