Nah, I already have a name for the new blog. The plan is to get it up and running this weekend, since I don't have any homework to do or seeds to start or haybale of laundry to wash or children to watch or husbands to satisfy or cat feces odors to remove from chairs that are probably just going to end up on the street Monday morning, because is there any product that removes mystery shit smells when THERE IS NO VISIBLE SHIT to attack? Answer me that, dude.
Oh, and even before you go reading the rest of the post, go pay my sister a visit at her new blog. She's a better writer than I am, which sucks because I already quit piano when she got better than me and now there's really nothing left to quit.
But you probably -- and by "you" I mean the two remaining people who bother to check the old LP on a Friday after work hours, hi guys, howyadoin' -- would like to know the BIG SECRET to which I have been alluding for lo these, um, several days.
So here it is:
Sean has been offered, and has accepted, a position at Vanderbilt (which is in Nashville, Tennessee, case you didn't know, and I did not realize until I actually moved there that Princeton was in New Jersey, so there you go). We're going to Nashville, kids!
We have a year and a half to do all the prepwork, so I'm gonna need you to go ahead and just do the following things for me, mmmkay?
1. Tell me where you live/lived in/around Nashville and what you liked/loathed about it.
2. Totally be my friend when we move there. I will make you cupcakes and babysit your kids. Promise.
3. If you are in or around Philly, and you see me out in the world and recognize me, say hi! Please? PLEASE?