And now, a musical interlude.

 

I know it's going to take all y'alls about two days to recover from the cuteness explosion above - I bit off and swallowed my own tongue over this one - so I'm going to focus on the migration to Typepad, which means no new posts on this spot until the new site is up. I'll be back in a day or two (max), and for now, I'm disabling comments so I don't lose any of your precious words in the cut over.

In the meantime, I'll miss you! A million thanks for all of your love and support. I have the sweetest, funniest, and most discerning readers in all of blogdom. Lucky girl.

P.S. Fauxhawk says "hi". He's helping me with the migration because he is a v. good boy, and also because he knows it annoys me when he TALKS THROUGH ALL OF THE OSCAR SPEECHES and then eats a candy bar without even offering me any. He also wants you to know that he hasn't smoked in three whole weeks, and despite the extremely odd food cravings (marzipan chased with shrimp cocktail, anyone?), he's doing well. Twitch, twitch.

Photo via Now Voyager.