And not in a good way. I smell like Kahlil Gibran’s armpit after a four day opium bender. Sometimes you get really busy and stressed out and you forget to do things, like change clothes. For a week. It’s okay though. The only person whose opinion really matters is Pancake Land’s and I’ve seen her at her most grossest and have stuck by her, so she can’t say anything other than “Perhaps it’s time that you took a shower and changed clothes. You smell very… manly.” This is the language of kindness. When translated from Kind-enese into plain English, “manly” now reads “terrible”. Such are the breaks.

So, with that said, I need to shower and change clothes today. And before I interact with the public again, preferably.

Today I would like to move some stuff. We shall see. I am in no hurry getting around this morning. This whole new house move is stressing me out and subsequently making the vacationing Pancake Land terrifyingly annoyed at me. Like annoyed with really sharp Martha Stewart scissors and a kind of I-know-where-you-sleep undertone. Yeah, scary. So, I have decided to try and relax about this whole thing. We’re not going to be moved before I go to Philly anyway, so why get my panties in a wad about it? What else could I do but take a deep breath and let the Dude abide?

Hopefully, I will be able to get enough people to move the big stuff over to the new house and P.L. and I can move the little stuff over later. That works for me. Now if only I can get the big stuff cleared off and paths cleared to them. That will be my focus post shower.

Speaking of focus, I need to get this party started. So, with that, I’m off. More soon. ~SC

P.S. As a side note, and seeing as how I am trying not to talk about my readership stats too much, by the time you read this we will have received our 10,000th view. That is amazing to me. 10,000 views in less than a year. That is awesome. Thank you so very much for your continued support of me and my ridiculous ventures.