There aren't words...

So, Stuart is still sick. But it's ok, 'cause we're not moving this weekend, after all.

Sigh.

Yup, why anyone would choose to build a house in the middle of, well... slightly declining end of... a boom is beyond me. Raj and Monica's house is a mass of idiocies and as they rightly point out, that's only the stuff on the surface. I gather the way this works is that when they move in, it's assumed that they are accepting it as correct and finished. Since the contractors apparently haven't fixed any of their screw-ups, I wouldn't want to move in either. So, they are off to their lawyer to see what can be done, and Stuart is off to the Happy Boys to see if we can extend our residence for a month.

If not... we rent a storage space for a month and sleep on Meg & Geoff's floor? I dunno. I'm not thinking about it until I hear. Considering the vacancy rate just within eye-shot of our suite, it seems unlikely that anyone is pantingly eager to get into ours.