Today turned out better than we thought it was going to. Rob, Mom and I went down to put my stuff in storage, but the moron who sold us the storage space gave us a gate code that didn't work, so we couldn't get in. We called everyone we could find, but they said too bad, wait until tomorrow. We really couldn't. We all have to work. So we get home, and the people actually happened to call and listen to their messages, and called us back, quite apologetic, asking us to write letters of complaint about the guy, who they've apparently been trying to get rid of for some time now. We had a blast...Rob rode the dollys all around the hallways. I pushed him. I mean, sitting around drinking beer would have been a lot more fun, but as far as having to move all your stuff into storage in two hours before they locked you in, it wasn't so bad.