Never been hit by a dictionary.

I never thought I'd say this, but, I may actually own TOO MANY FUCKING BOOKS.

Okay, also possibly not true. Doesn't matter though. They still weight SO MUCH OMG. I've been trying very hard to only fill the boxes so that they're still pretty easily lifted, but that just means I keep having to come up with things to fill the top half of the box. I've done pillows and all our random purses, and because all our clothes are packed the remaining pillows are going to be used here for the next two nights, I can't toss those things in either. What I've got left is one down comforter and maybe a couple of throw-- oh. Wait. The throw got bagged up with the towels and things. Well then. I have a comforter.

BACK TO THE FIGHT.

Kitchentastic!

karotsamused speaking. At the moment, Rune is chowing down on fast food because THERE ARE NO PLATES IN THE OLD APARTMENT. All the kitchen stuff aside from the pantry snacks are iiiiin the neeeew kitchen.


...Where are we going to put all this?


...Also Sasuke is so badass. I'm going to miss him when he gets put in that barrel.

Poem Spam

Heaven on Earth
by Kristin Berkey-Abbott

I saw Jesus at the bowling alley,
slinging nothing but gutter balls.
He said, "You've gotta love a hobby
that allows ugly shoes."
He lit a cigarette and bought me a beer.
So I invited him to dinner.

I knew the Lord couldn't see my house
in its current condition, so I gave it an out
of season spring cleaning. What to serve
for dinner? Fish —the logical
choice, but after 2000 years, he must grow weary
of everyone's favorite seafood dishes.
I thought of my Granny's ham with Coca Cola
glaze, but you can't serve that to a Jewish
boy. Likewise pizza— all my favorite
toppings involve pork.

In the end, I made us an all-dessert buffet.
We played Scrabble and Uno and Yahtzee
and listened to Bill Monroe.
Jesus has a healthy appetite for sweets,
I'm happy to report. He told strange
stories which I've puzzled over for days now.

We've got an appointment for golf on Wednesday.
Ordinarily I don't play, and certainly not in this humidity.
But the Lord says he knows a grand miniature
golf course with fiberglass mermaids and working windmills
and the best homemade ice cream you ever tasted.
Sounds like Heaven to me.