I guess Life was hit by some C4...

...because it just blew up in my face.

To briefly catch you up: I lost my cell phone somewhere between the grocery store and home, a distance of 102 miles. My computer's wireless in no longer working, this happened on the first day of classes, which are all over the internet. The house we were hoping to get into next month fell through so we still aren't able to take Jake off my parent's hands. Jordan and I had a fantastic idea to redo our apt before winter sets in, and as much as I love the new furniture we're getting and great deals, and new paint, I have no idea what to do with all the junk the tenant before us left to our possession. Because whoever thought up the master plans for the apartments chose to put the front door opening up right against a wall which makes it impossible to get a couch in or out. Not to mention we don't have a real dump in this town, and it costs some good cash to drop off nasty beat up furniture at our 'transfer station'...did I forget to mention that Jordan's Bronco is dead dead dead? Hypothetically, if we did have a dump or a place to get rid off all these unusable home furnishings, how would we transport it. Like I said at dinner, "Jordan, we're in a pickle." (Please do not take my thoughts as complaining, I'm simply very amused...) So this leaves us one option right now, our 2nd bedroom or if I was a Narnian, "Spare Room", is stuffed to the rafters. Quite literally: Two halfs of a couch that Jordan sawed in half tonight in order to move it out of the living room, a table and 3 chairs (seriously, who sells a table with 3 chairs??), a sofa bed, 2 nightstands, and 2 big living room chairs. Not to mention 4 GIGANTIC cardboard boxes (think fitting a couch in 2 of them and a table in another...the 4th one just kind of appeared. that's gigantic). Speaking of pickles....