Alright, alright. First it was Setember, then October, then we said "before the snow" and after that, February. And all along we were wrong. But here I say it and here it shall be read: June 1st is when I will have my husband back, and there will be a rightous individual in our NYC apartment who will doth give us money for habitation priviledges.
I. Can't. Fucking. Wait.