All Moved Up

Sorry for the lack of updates lately, but I've been engaged in maybe the most fun activity in the world. An ice cream eating contest? No, friend, that's the second most fun activity in the world. A week-long tickle fight? No, that's probably not even in the top 15. The most fun, of course, is moving.

The good news is that I think we're pretty much all moved over to the new house. There are two things left at the old place: my desk and the lawnmower. As soon as I picked that desk up, I realized it wasn't making it; it's both really heavy and slightly wiggly. Heavy and wiggly is a lethal combination when moving, especially if it's going up stairs. As far as for the lawnmower, well, my hatred of lawn care has combined with my hatred of moving to form a Voltron of disgust. I would seriously rather buy a goat and let it graze in my backyard than go get that freaking lawnmower.

Anyway, all of that is minor stuff. Instead of that, I focus on the nice things about moving, like all of the space and the large quantity of fish that we got along with the house. Since this is my first home purchase, I don't really know the answer to this one: do most houses come with stocked aquariums? I just assume that's the norm.

The fish are actually neat to watch and I think that, collectively, all of us realize that the odds aren't good for their survival. We try to focus on the good in the new house, though, and not the inevitable fish genocide of 2008.