Oh yeah...

FYI: we won't be moving to North Adams, Massachusetts. Andrew got the you-suck letter in the mail this last Saturday (after we came home from Grandpa Jack's wedding).

What this means: we totally shift roles this coming fall. I become Bacon-Bringer AND Po' Bastard. At times, this change will feck with me something horrible.

So, all ya'll remember, when I call you bitching and moaning, say something like this: When life hands you a challenging role you don't think you can perform in (much less win an award for), it's important to remember that you're not just the actor. You're the writer and director, too, and you can rewrite and rehearse the scenes until it's something like how you thought you might want.

(The acting metaphor is a tedious and dull way to explain this. If you come up with a better way to say it, contact me immediately).