I had something fascinating, insightful and hilarious to write here earlier but I've forgotten it. That sucks for you.

Instead I am going to tell you about how Tara and I are now the proud owners (err.. renters) of a storage unit. Now we can store all those knick-knacks, whatzits and a couple of bags of Newman's undelivered mail.

In unrelated news, I can't believe that with gusto is ending.
Where else am I supposed to find wittily captioned 50's clip-art?

Kickin' Cheats in the hereafter.