We do not have cell reception in our new apartment. 

Or rather, we have reception….until we start a phone conversation.  My phone has bars when I dial….and then they go away a minute or two into the conversation, and the call drops.  It doesn’t matter where I sit or stand or how I lean – all bars….no bars.  It’s maddening.  And of course our land line/cable/internet installation visit from that certain company that starts with “Com” and ends with “cast” is not for another week and a half.  Lovely.

Anyway, the place is coming together slowly but surely and we are working at a good clip.  But seriously, is this heat wave some kind of cosmic joke?!  It’s early June in New England, and it’s 90 freaking degrees and humid??? What the eff??? Just in time for the hard labor of assembling and arranging Ikea furniture – greeeeeaaaaat.

We do have a reprieve on the horizon, though.  This weekend is our little getaway with our fellow married lezzie friends that I blogged about, and I am so looking forward to trading that power screwdriver for a cocktail!

Before I end this post - a little note:  Thanks to all you readers who keep visiting while the content is scant.  I’ve been doing my best to keep up with posting during the move, but between not having the our computer connected and the exhaustion of setting up our new home, it’s been tough. I really appreciate y’all sticking with me!  Stay tuned to hear about: how I’ve figured out what Tila Tequila’s deal is, why former Clinton supporters who are turning to McCain are STILL crazy, and all about the baby that is haunting me. 
xo, Feminist Housewife