Hey YOU! Yes YOU! Feed My Stinking Fish!

I know.  I'm in the no-blog zone.  But my fish need feeding.  My sister tells me that's the main reason she comes to look at my blog, to feed my fish.  Apparently the little fishies amuse her in a way that my sarcastic, literary style does not.  Also my MIL told me she reads my blog nowadays but she does not feed my fish.  I need to put a new gadget up.


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.That's all I've got for now.  I must go and chase down my daughter's moron cat and put his collar on him so that he'll be used to it for the long drive down there.  Wow.  What fun.  Me, HIM, my daughter, and the moron cat in an explorer for 12 to 14 hours.  Hahaha.  Wonder if I can stock up on straight-jackets early.