Actually, don't.

We found out this week that our landlord decided to sell the condo. We actually heard the news on April Fool's Day but it wasn't, in fact, a joke. It's not the end of the world, it is just kinda funny timing since we had just decided to stay put, and we were feeling good about it. And we have two sets of guests coming to visit in the next two months! Good thing they are adaptable guests who know how to unpack/pack a box. Wink, wink Mom, Ashley and Jeff.

I'd like to make a disclaimer now: I plan on doing minimal physical moving. I'll happily point the movers in the right direction, and give them a cash tip or pizza and beer. Their choice.

So I guess we are looking for a place to live. A bigger and cheaper place, with good bus line, park, and burrito access. Within arm's reach of a decent coffee shop, library, and grocery store would be great too.

Actually I'm off the burritos for a while. Every time I get one, I feel heavenly while eating it, then pay the price for the next 4-5 hours. It's just not worth it. Why can't I eat half a burrito and avoid hating myself? I don't know, but the other warm half always beckons me.

Imagine my delight/confusion when I came home the other day and saw this giant confection on our dining room table. It's the Grand Bunny, and one of Dave's students gave it to him (I hear she has a teacher crush- cute!). The Grand Bunny ate dinner with us, and I asked Dave to take his picture, but he insisted on wearing his finest mustache for our special guest. Anyone interested in a 2' tall hollow milk chocolate bunny, let me know. He will not be making the move.