I'm a homo(ner)

It's been a long-ass day. I was up late packing and stuffing boxes in my car (as opposed to the cars I usually stuff in my box), and then I was up early (for me) to drive to Grand Haven today. There are several of you who wrote me very sweet emails, and I do fully intend to respond to them. But tonight, I am exhausted.

However, I wanted to let you know two things:

• I am an idiot. I was into Michigan already today, driving north on 94, and looking for my turnoff onto US-31. It's not like I haven't made this trip several times before. At some point, I stopped at a McDonald's to "powder my nose" (that's female code for a heartfelt piss), talked to Squirl on the phone for a minute, and then steered the car back onto 94. After about 10 minutes, I had the odd sensation that none of the scenery was familiar. It was at that point that I saw the sign welcoming me to Kalamazoo. Uh...kinda missed that turnoff a long way back there. I was able to navigate my way back to where I needed to be, but I wound up adding over an hour to my trip with my little detour. Of course, as soon as I realized I was in K'zoo, I had to call Squirl back and bust myself for extreme retardation. Damn, do I need some sleep!
  
  
• As of about 4:30 this afternoon, I am officially the owner of a 3-bed, 2-bath mannafractured home. Now I just need to get my furniture and the rest of my stuff over here. Oh, and them pesky cats. I'm driving back to Illinois tomorrow (these two days look to be free of snowstorms, if Mother Nature will just cooperate with the forecast), but hopefully, I won't wander off course again. If I do, then it's just time to put me in a home for brain-damaged bloggers.

So, that's the latest poop from me. And I know y'all couldn't wait for poop. Nothin' worse than knowing there's poop and no one will give you any.

Night night.