Also a reminder. I'm in the middle of moving. My brain has pretty much packed itself up and went buh-bye. I think it said something about the Bahamas and a drink called a Screaming Red Zombie. (That's not related to a Screaming Blue Viking and you have to yell, "Brains!" when you drink it. Believe it or not, Red Robin (YUM!) introduced me to the Screaming Red Zombie after I was forced to sit through a 3 hour dance recital in which our only daughter was on stage for a maximum of four minutes. I think my butt is still stuck to that seat in the auditorium.)
Although I'm non-blogging, I seem to be blogging. It's very strange. I can't stop.
Anyhoo, my house is a disaster area, money is flowing out in a disproportional rate, and I can't find anything. As I've said before, moving sucks. The packers are coming tomorrow to do twisted things to our belongings. I had to hide all the good stuff.
|This is what I picture happening when they load up all of our crap.|
Picture by Drew Francis. See here.