So if anyone finds themselves in the Duboce Triangle neighborhood of San Francisco tomorrow, stop by my extra super fantastic garage sale. There will be everything from DVDs to lava lamps to kitchen appliances to furniture to a talking Simpson's clock ("Weaseling out of things is what separates us from the animals. Except the weasel."). And tons of arts and crafts supplies. That's right, everything must go. We're moving next weekend on the first leg of the transatlantic journey that will henceforth be known as the time Deb & Max went to Ireland for a year and Deb fell in love with a sheep dog named Heidi and refused to leave her behind when it came time to come home and when Max tried to talk some sense into her she cried and cried and cried but eventually realized that 3 dogs and 2 cats is too many dogs and cats so she (reluctantly) left Heidi the sheep dog in Ireland and came home.
It will be unspeakably hard to live without my furry minions for the next year, but I plan to drown my sorrows in fish and chips.
Go Sharks! I'm looking forward to watching you wipe the ice with Nashville during the first game of round 1 of the playoffs tonight.