I tell you what, I shoved that wheeled cart into place so many freaking times and then the Bard walks up and turns it on it’s head like it was nothing.

See, Jen’s ex-bf/roommate found a new place so to save on rent, etc. she hatched a plan to move all her worldly possessions into the “spare” room of the place she’d be subletting in only a few weeks, once the friend that lived there passed the Bar and got a job up near his wife in N.Georgia. That was the end of LAST September. Jen just finished moving all her stuff to her parents place a week or two ago because the subletting didn’t happen and lots of other Life did. But it’s all good and all working out, and that’s what counts, right?