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Hey, lookit! My favorite limbless, decapitated torso made it from Rhode Island!

Yep, the last of my stuff was delivered today. That means no storage unit to pay for. It also means half the rooms in Badger House are stacked floor-to-ceiling with boxes.

It isn’t as bad as it looks (please god). An awful lot of it is packaging and padding. And stuff that can go. And stuff that can go on e-Bay. But right now, the whole house is like one of those little slidey puzzles with the tiles that you shift around to get the numbers in the right order.

Slidey puzzle. Yeah. You know what I’m talking.

Anyhow, it’s taken me the whole day to make a clear path to the stairs, the front door and the pissoir. I am, how you say, pooped. Pardon the lameness of today’s offering.

Much more of this heavy lifting and I’ll develop the scary man-arms of Michelle Obama.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 3, 2009, 8:26 pm

And wouldn’t you know it? It’s blowing a gale off the Channel tonight. Heavy rain and steady forty-mile-an-hour winds. So even though I’ve emptied half a dozen boxes, I can’t put the empties outside.

OH! And tomorrow I get my first taste of the NHS. Got to get a scrip for some blood pressure meds.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 3, 2009, 8:53 pm

Can anyone else smell that…. strange decomposing smell around here?

Comment from Lipstick
Time: March 3, 2009, 9:08 pm

If Weasel hadn’t found her cat, I’d wonder. . .

Comment from blake
Time: March 3, 2009, 9:39 pm

Look deep within yourself, S. Weasel. Go seek out Miss Mofet, an old patient of mine. M-o-f-e-t. Go now, I don’t think Miggs could manage again quite so soon, even though he is crazy.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 3, 2009, 9:42 pm

Heh. I hate crime fiction, Blake, but that’s one of the few books that ever made me stand up out of my chair and say, “no, don’t!”

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: March 3, 2009, 9:45 pm

I tried to come up with some sort of teasing “married for <1 month”/”already need blood pressure meds” joke, but I got nothin’.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 4, 2009, 1:28 am

Much more of this heavy lifting and I’ll develop the scary man-arms of Michelle Obama.

Just don’t start wearing the drapes.

Good luck with the NHS. Let us know how it went.

Comment from Mrs. Hill
Time: March 4, 2009, 11:36 am

And to think I was impressed before by your collection of Weasel Family Artifacts, but an entire Ancestor (well, most of one, anyway)? Wow!

Comment from Nicholas the Slide
Time: March 4, 2009, 1:25 pm

Hey, lookit! My favorite limbless, decapitated torso made it from Rhode Island!

“I’ll bite yer kneecaps off!!”

Comment from lauraw
Time: March 4, 2009, 3:09 pm

Random stoat link-drop


…well, I don’t know that for sure. But they look stoatish to me.

Comment from Anonymous
Time: March 4, 2009, 3:59 pm

So is there a slidey puzzle in there somewhere? I shouldn’t get around those things – I become obsessed with them.

(really, do you have one you can send me, please?)

Comment from Jill
Time: March 4, 2009, 4:41 pm

Dammit! How do the details of my airport antics make it to the newswires SO quickly?!?


Comment from Dawn
Time: March 4, 2009, 4:47 pm

Speaking of Michelle Obama…
The Vice President is named Joe and he is now the smartest man in the world! Hollywood went and had another Wag the Dog premonition.

Comment from Allen
Time: March 4, 2009, 6:36 pm

Hey Weasel, is that your signature sculpture piece: Venus de Minus?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 4, 2009, 7:57 pm

Ha! I’m amazed we’ve gone overnight, and nobody’s asked me what the hell that is.

It’s a dressmaker’s dummy. A really good, old one. Why I have it is anyone’s guess; I can’t sew for shit. But I’ve owned her a long time and I couldn’t just kick her to the curb, you know?

Comment from porknbean
Time: March 4, 2009, 8:01 pm

I kind of figured it was something like that, weasel.

Hey, do they do such things as ‘garage sales’ over there? P

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 4, 2009, 8:29 pm

They do, PnB. The neighbor next door was sort of hinting she’d like to have one. Getting me to give up my stuff is a bit of a chore, though. There’s something a bit grubby about laying my prizes out on the grass with price tags on.

I’m trying to work up the courage to eBay some stuff, though.

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