Poor Little Blog...

...you're the last to know that MR. MILKWEED GOT A UNIVERSITY JOB, AND WE'RE MOVING TO VA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please forgive me. I am both electrified and exhausted. He called on Friday to "check on the status of the job search," wanting to just be let down easy and let hope slither away into a corner. I took Eva upstairs so that he could talk on the phone in peace, when all of a sudden he came barreling up the stairs with tears in his eyes and a look of crazed disbelief on his face. We spent about ten minutes leaping around Eva's nursery like coked-out rabbits.

FIVE YEARS. FIVE RIDICULOUSLY LONG YEARS of job searching have been summarily kicked to the curb!

I cannot WAIT for the insane moving stress. Bring on the boxes, and the sorting, and the feeling that it will never end! Come hither, Craigslist apartment searches and U-Hauls and grocery store produce boxes. Bring out the paper plates and bizarre fridge-cleaning concoctions! Let me eat a mixture of canned kidney beans and Stovetop coated in ketchup, washed down with too much milk!

WE ARE OUTTA HERE.