"Negative, I Am A Meat Popsicle"

It's true, I've been watching some LeeLoo Dallas: Multipass* while packing.

I forgot how much I hate moving, even if we do have weirdo neighbors. There's a lot of crying and drooling in my house (by the dogs, of course...I don't drool when I'm crying. Maybe while sleeping, but there hasn't been a lot of that lately either). The boys aren't doing well with ALL THE PEOPLE in and out (picking up free stuff, helping us pack, keeping us semi-sane). Thor hates watching me pack anyway: he's been known to climb into my suitcase before...because a 100 pound dog fits just excellently in my carry on. Little does he know that he's in for the longest ride in the car EVER, and that he'll never be back to the house he's known since he was 12 weeks old. But it'll be better: they'll have a yard. And bugs.

But we now have a tentative address and a LONG list of places to eat in Houston. What else do I really need, right?

PS: today's search keywords which led to this blog:

owls disguised as muppets
titts

I feel like the person who found my blog by searching "titts" was likely quite disappointed.

*otherwise known as The Fifth Element, which (if you missed my references) you need to go watch again. Immediately. And again!

Also, as I'm moving away from the tundra (where it snowed AGAIN yesterday...in mid-April) I'm sincerely hoping this is the last time I can call myself a meat-popsicle.