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.
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| This is what I picture happening when they load up all of our crap. Picture by Drew Francis. See here. |
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This is what you do. Tell the cat's vet you need cat-dose valium because you'll be cooped up in a car with a screaming cat for a very. long. time. Then YOU take the valium. That's how I survived a cross-country move with 3 wailing cats and a husband sound asleep most of the way. I drove. I took the valium. Nice ride.
I like that. I should take the valium. I don't know how the cat is going to react. He's never been on a road trip before. Should be loads of fun. Maybe I should fly down and let HIM take the kid and the cat.
Your fishes mysteriously disappear when I look at your blog with my Android.
PS. Here is a fish joke that is so much better when you tell it rather than write it. What do you call fish without eyes? fsh. :)
Good joke. That's a groaaaaaaner.
OK! OK! You yelled at me a week ago, and I've been doing what you asked. But I should tell you that by the time you get back, you are going to have some really FAT fish!
I'll put them on a diet. I'll cut down on their bytes. (Don't hate me for making such a bad joke.)
My only occasionally retarded cat (Wait, that's not P.C. Let me try that again...)
My only occasionally mentally-challenged cat watches and bts at the fish upside-down over the top of my netbook screen while I'm reading your blog.
Looking forward to hearing the travails of your travels once you're relocated!
Oh, you better believe I have blog material galore from the moving hell, er, process. I think it might be a three parter. The moron cat hid in his kitty carrier the whole trip and well, I'll save the rest for the blog.
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