MOVING

For those of you who care, and don't yet know, we're moving. On Friday. To Gibsons, land of Beachcombers, Molly's Reach, Relic's jet boat, and Bruno Gerussi's medallion sparkling on a fuzzy bed of chest hair.

Hence the lack of posts.

However, my camera batteries are charged up and I'm ready to chronicle the last bits of the move, because the first gazillion bits were just so fun...

So, dear friends, here we go.

Nudeniks (Like Beatniks, but nude... c'mon people...)

My son Milo, wearing his blue blankie as a cape: "Daddy, I'm a SUPER-nudenik!)

(Oh, yeah, he's butt nekkid about to get in the bath)

This is why I left my friends and co-workers at the pub and came home early.