There is no picture that will do justice to the event of trying to move down the street with a toddler and two cats. Besides, I don't know where the camera is. We considered giving it to the movers as we didn't have quite exactly enough money to pay for our move, which entailed going up and down a windy staircase and through a smallish door. The two things that were working in our favor of not getting beat up by the underpaid, large movers were that the guys were tired from doing two other moves that day and the fact that we gave them a sixpack of beer. Ah, beer the international symbol for "Go sit down and take a load off, forget about those underpaying morons." We owe Budweiser a letter of thanks, or something of equal if not greater value.

Well, we are all moved now, the cats are happy and Austin is happy and David is happily boiling all sorts of smelly chinese herbs and I am happy because I found the toothpicks which are keeping the gaping hole in my mouth which will soon be a root canal happy. Happy Happy. La. The only non-happy thing is that we have a florescent light in the kitchen, which is truly gross. We are working on it though. And I am also working on the spelling of that word, florescent. Flour-essent? Floor-essence? Bear with me, people.