Go and buy the new Breeders, Lupe Fiasco, and Black Keys, because they are awesome and I said so.

Hey, look, it's me again.

So, the move is done. Thanks to everyone who helped, but extra special thanks go out to Rich, who is apparently Superman, as he pretty much picked up my entire apartment, flew it over to the Ladyfriend's house and managed to stuff it all inside. I don't know how he did it but he did, so, thanks.

Other things that I should mention:

1. The Soon-To-Be Grandparents came out to visit a few weeks back, and they bought us a crib, because we hadn't, y'know, thought about that...also, it gave the Ladyfriend a chance to actually speak to her new extended family, and vice versa, and I think my parents like her more than they like me. Why do say this? Because they decided to let her see my baby pictures, which none of you will see, as I was apparently raised on the set of The Hills Have Eyes.

(This is my way of saying that my parents rock. I'm weird that way.)

2. The Ladyfriend's grumpy old Honda Civic finally gave up the ghost (thank god), and while the rest of us were trying to pony up more than twenty-five dollars to help her find a new vehicle, Barsky's parents decided to show us all up by selling her a new car for a dollar. Seriously, folks; this car is sweet. As opposed to driving a senile old man with arthritis, my Baby Mama now rides around in a classy lady. Pictures soon.

3. For some reason, the powers that be decided to throw caution to the wind: I am a supervisor at work. Expect hilarity and lots of shouting to ensue. (Josh: clean out that goddamned fridge for once in your life.)

Anyway. The kid is coming. The kid is coming. Oh my FUCK. A matter of weeks, folks; maybe even days. WHO SAID WE WERE ALLOWED TO DO THIS? I STILL MAKE FART NOISES WHEN I WANT PEOPLE TO STOP TALKING! WE ARE SO NOT READY!

Whatever: we are totally gonna rock this whole 'baby' thing. My kid's gonna kick yer ass.

More news as it happens. Be good, or I'll throw things at the lot of you. Heavy things.