Once again, the Macaroni Dish spans the widest possible gamut of subject matter -- going from bad-water to beautiful-baby and touching upon every imaginable topic in between, all in just a few short posts. A sink-hole to swallow Joe-maha on his mower? What an image! Brown gravy spreading across the french-fries of Spumoni lawn? Striking! Grown men making the "eh!" face for the camera? Just plain bizarre (but we seem to make that face often).

Anyway, I'm sure getting lots of stuff done lately. Phone is on at the new house, along with the security system. Cable is on order. Got the car re-registered. Taking off the NY plates felt almost like a surrender ceremony -- as if I was running down an old flag to hoist that of a new conqueror.

But seeing as to how I'm sleeping in my own bed in my own house tonight, I'll just declare myself the victor. The NY plates are on their way back to DMV. And my insurance is way cheaper out here.