Many of you have harassed e-mailed me to check-in, get the 4-1-1, the skinny, the scoop and the poop.
“It’s been quiet at the haus,” you wrote. “What’s new in FL/TX?”
Well first thing, I’m still in Florida. Maaa’s back home in Alaska. My current status is: knee-deep-in-packing-boxes.
This is only slightly preferable to being knee-deep-in-shit.
At least when you’re knee-deep-in-packing-boxes, the used cardboard—procured through Craig’s List because you’re too green to buy new boxes—only smell like rotten, festering produce and not poo.
Well, the boxes smell a little like poo…. But I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I am, however, one to look a sandwich in the mouth. Especially when it’s filled with sprouts (yum!). Look at these cute sammy’s I saw at Universal Studio’s Boulangerie Café:
And look at Maaa at the Blues Brother’s street party—she’s freak dancing with strangers! (Now you know where I get it from.)
Me and Maaa ran into this green dude at Suess Landing. Judging from his lovely pallor, I’d imagine he’d just got off the Back to the Future ride. Can you say barfaronius?
Also in Suess Landing, we met this guy. He said he was a Sneech. I said, bless you.
At one point, someone told me and Maaa we should check out Bikini Bottom. Imagine my surprise when we got there and realized there were no bikinis or bottoms—just a guy in square pants.
And while we could not meet him in person, I just want to say a big thank you to Napoleon and his friend (e)claire. Your namesake offerings at Epcot’s French patisserie were so good it made us say, ooh la la!
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Because inquiring minds want to know, Angel and I are getting the eff out of dodge (or at least Florida) on September 26th. Wish us luck as we head out west! Then, stop bothering me!


















