It happened again. The missionary jump-roped at 6:30 am. AGAIN.
So tonight, I went upstairs (with my big strong scary husband ;)) and asked them very nicely,in my humble opinion, to please take it outdoors. The cocky, rich little white boy that answered the door was the offender, and he said he'd "try" to take it outside.
I'm onto you boy...

On another note, I do feel slightly bad for him; his companion looked like he was not the type to want to get up and out in the morning to exercise. But I certainly don't pity him so much in the morning when I'm awakened by
thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-