The neighbors upstairs...

So Kristy and I have been plotting to figure out a way to hang out with our hot neighbors upstairs.

We've bumped into them repeatedly. At Q's. At the gym. In the garage. In the elevator.

I know one of them is named Ryan. And coincidentally the person who used to live in our unit was named Ryan. And we still get some of his mail.

So...I came up with a brilliant idea to ask Ryan upstairs if all this mail addressed to Ryan Davis is for him!

But as I type, Kristy has run upstairs to "do laundry". But, she is "out of quarters" and "needs change" and thus must "ask for change".

We'll see if anything happens with that.

Evil scheming Asians we are...