Funny part at the front, serious part at the end. It’s like an inside-out joke. I’d be really proud of that if I wasn’t so confused by my own machinations.

And that’s about as smart ass-y as I can be right now. We’re hip deep in the mucky-muck of moving to a new¬†house, so you’ll forgive me if I’m a bit distracted. Or you won’t forgive me and that’ll be fine, too. I won’t judge you. I mean, y’know, I’ll be all sad’n’stuff, but life will go on.