Literally, “to make the curious talk”—the French’s notorious explain-all reason given to account for why things are the way they are, without really explaining anything. Often used as a snappish comeback to questions posed by inquisitive children who just won’t shut up. Generally emphasized with a shrug and at least one contemptuously raised eyebrow.

8.15.2006

let's start at the very beginning

Well kids, it's been twelve grueling days of packing, loading, driving 3,000 miles, unloading and unpacking, but we're finally settled on the east coast. Mostly anyway. Sure, we don't have a couch yet, can't find my car registration and only get one TV channel--but that's just all part of the fun of moving, right? Right.

For those of you who have never driven across this sinfully large country of ours, we took lots of crappy pictures through our bug-splattered windshield along the way. This "cream of the crap", if you will, will be featured in the following blog entries, starting with our departure from the Sunshine Universe. Let us begin.

DAY 1 : Wednesday, 2 August
After bidding our last visitors from the east coast goodbye (and cleverly suckering one of them into helping us load our shipping container--thanks, Jimmy!) we frantically clean the apartment, drop off our apartment keys with the landlord and zoom north to Los Angeles to spend one last night with family. Our remaining evening in California is spent eating cake, watching Bravo's Project Runway, and battling the resident feline who, despite our lively protestations, refuses to stop biting our toes and attacking us in our sleep.

Evil kitty

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