She's About A Mover

House. Got one.

And so the moving process begins.

And all I have to say right now is damn we gotta lot 'o rekkids. Something about lugging around dozens of back-breaking milk crates packed with vinyl reminds me of those not-so-long-ago DJing years, going from gig to gig with the trunks of our cars scraping the pavement from being loaded down with records. Milk crates and vinyl -- anyone reading along at home old enough to remember those years? Or at least admit to it?

Lawd hep meh... I got myself a mortgage.