Well kiddies, things have been awful turbulent as of late. My Mother fell and completely severed her rotator cuff in 2 places, as well as some happy little fellow called "the Labrum". She tripped over their fat little dog Desiree. So, I went down to Dallas for a week to help take care of her, and let me tell you what, there is something very humbling about bathing your own Mother. And, after all that, my Dad needs to have heart surgery again. So...I'm moving back to Big D. With a quickness. In fact, my movers are coming in less than 2 weeks, so that means a few things: a. I'm selling all my furniture (save my sweet, sweet bed) and b. I'm purging most of my other crap. If you need any crap, let me know, I'll give you a good deal on it.
People keep asking me if I'm looking forward to moving back, and that's not an easy question for me to answer. It's a bittersweet homecoming for me; while I'll squeal with delight when I think of going to huge-ass grocery stores, I'll miss the crazy bus people and the amazing weather DC has. I'll also be leaving some truly cool folks in DC, so I'll be lonely for them in Dallas. But, what can you do, eh? On the bright side, back in Texas I'll actually get to meet men who aren't dwarfed by my incredible height of 5'7". No foolin', I'm like an Amazon here...it's freaky.
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