More moving related blues

Guys, I only posted once last week. I know. Unfortunately, it's like Mom always says "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." although in this case it was more like "If you don't have anything amusing or useful to say or any amusing or pretty pictures to show, don't clutter the inter-webs with your BS." Duly noted. The past days have been rife with travel/move-out/move-in activities. Those of you faithful readers know that I hate the moving process (even though in this case it was two blocks down the street into a nicer apartment. STILL.).

There has been no knitting to speak of, no technique experimentation, no finished objects unless you count half a pair of mitts (also known as one mitt) whose ends I have yet to weave in. Sweet Jebus, I need to get my priorities straight.

I want to give my parents a shout out (heyyyyyyy!) for being awesome movers this weekend. I brought them up here under the pretense that we were just going to move the big items we couldn't fit in the Outback (Subaru, not the desert in Australia, or the US chain restaurant) and I swear I really did think that's all we were going to move, but the copilot had much higher ambitions. Someone who shall remain nameless told me I'd better not slander her moving work ethic on my blog, which reminded me my favorite quote in response to the accusation of slander:

"It is not! I resent that. Slander is spoken. In print, it's libel."

But there is no call for either! Thanks so much for the help.

And now, to keep you entertained and oblivious to the fact that I've provided no useful information:

Puppies!

More puppies! And the piece de resistance:

Puppies + 80's Hasselhoff!