Really, it stopped being funny a week ago. The stupid apartment managers screwed up our reservation for the elevator (eighteen floors, we aren’t gonna use the stairs!) and the mover is understandably a little pissed about the change in times. We’re both stressed so much that by the time we’re done, we’ll be too tired (and pissed) to enjoy our new digs. Which sucks.
I hate people who don’t leash their dogs. It’s just irresponsible. I only mention that because of something I just stepped in.
Poor little hulky, first no sequel, then bad moving, then …. something squishy.
Remind me to wash your shoe tonight.