PS. I’m sick with some sort of plague. We’re still in the process of moving because we couldn’t fit everything in the moving van so my new house is filled with boxes of things that go inside furniture that isn’t actually here. We’ve been attacked by scorpions. I can’t find the box with my clothes in it so I had to go buy a mu-mu at the convenience store down the street. I look like Mrs. Roper but even less sexy. Then last night Victor and I were going to stop unpacking for a minute to go out for our anniversary but the mobile home/restaurant down the road was closed because they decided they “needed to start drinking early for the holiday”. They did invite us to come in the backyard and eat barbeque with them though. This is all true, y’all.
PPS. I’m waiting for that version of the Bible that says “As mentioned on South Park” on the cover. When does that come out?
PPPS. Our actual moving van:
I couldn’t even make this shit up, y’all.
Comment of the day: Y’all, Edward did not even like that book. ~ Casey