I don't have the words to adequately discuss what my life is like right now as I've spent the better part of the last 48 hours trapped in a very small space with four-legged creatures that don't brush their teeth nearly as often as they should.
I can no longer remember what logic it was that mapped out this move in such a way that I ended up driving the better part of the way across the country twice, but I will say that whatever idiot came up with this plan is definitely fired.
Especially the part in which we put three extremely hairy dogs in a car with only two doors.
At the point in my off-season detox where I actually have begun to desperately miss fresh vegetables again.
So here's a dump on puppy pictures, my standard blogging cop-out.
I'll be back either tomorrow or next week. First we have to drive another 300+ miles, sign a 30-year deal with a bank, empty my storage bin, and unload my residual crap out of my friend's closet. And that's before I even consider unpacking or what the bill from the chiropractor will look like by early next week after all of this plus sleeping on an air mattress for five nights until our cubes show up with the rest of our junk.
I hope that everyone had a lovely Christmas. We'll be celebrating ours in January so don't be alarmed when you start seeing stockings and a decorated tree in the blurred background of my crabby and often-photographed existence.