So I haven't posted in a while not out of suspense but because we are currently stealing, er, securing internet through questionable means, from our complex. After twenty minutes of methodically pacing the living room in a three foot radius (the length of my extension cord), laying on the floor, and crouching next to the back wall of our bedroom, I finally got service in the one place I didn't think to check-- sitting in the comfy armchair. I don't know why this surprises me. After all, our internet is reliable 15% of the time. I think I'd rather replace the Internet with a dog who can spout off recipes and directions in my hour of need. At least I know he'd be dependable.
So after a small fiasco Mike and I were going to do some laundry and shower when the most amazing thing happened! We heard our next door neighbors shower turn on! I may have commented to Mike earlier this week on whether or not our neighbors actually 'live' in their apartment or if they go somewhere else each morning to shower. While we can hear our upstairs friends running around all day and night (I visualize them playing an ongoing game of two-person-tag, which is fun especially on long car rides with children) this morning was the first time I think I've actually heard the folks next to us make any noise. Whether this is because they, in fact, do not occupy that room or because Mike and I drown them out with our smoothie making, bookshelf assembling, stereo listening habits, I may never know.
So as per our past week, Mike and I have been busy with studying and work but he still somehow managed to get our one big "Gimme" item besides a red kitchen aid-- THE IKEA BOOKSHELVES. This was no small affair. After four long weeks of calling Ikea every-other morning desperately waiting on their new shipment (of course disguising our voices so personnel wouldn't get wise to us), they finally got the bookshelves in on Wednesday and had ten left by the time Mike teleported over so he could surprise me by the time I got off work.
Problem: Too much junk waiting to be stored by shelves
|Mike excited to finish this project. He should be on the cover of a cereal box. Just sayin.|