The Queue: Bare bones
I moved last week. It was awful. Just awful. Didn’t sleep for three days, the people upstairs initiated a chain of events that led to my stuff getting smashed and the cops called out by us, just a horrible experience all told. Frankly we’re both a bit nervous about continuing to live here.
So instead of trying to be funny or clever this week, we’re just going to get to the questions. I’m going with a happy picture of my dog for the header because I could use the mood lift.