Well, back in January, as some of you know, my pub closed.

Then, my car died. I didn't complain here because it was my fault for not sliding some oil to her when she needed it (musical reference alert). Yes, I actually killed a corolla through neglect.

Then our landlady told us to declutter or be evicted, so we did.

But, she's evicting us anyway. We need a place by the end of the month. Single parent, twin teenagers just finishing their junior (3rd) year of high school, and 2 small cats. Just as well I don't believe in curses.

Are we having fun yet?