Postcards From the NEW Edge...

I busted ASS this weekend, kids. I'm exhausted. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned the old apartment, and had one more load to do, but brotherman and I got into it because he thought I was taking too long, so he took off to the 'rent's. I finished what I was doing in about 20 minutes and just came back here (HOME!) and unloaded what I had in my car.

Ten minutes after I was in the door, MOMS calls me: "HEY, brotherman felt bad, said he wanted to go back to load up, but you were gone, so we're in the neighborhood on our way back to my house. Mind if we come by?"

HOLY SHIT, HIDE ANYTHING INCRIMINATING!!!

They were here about 15 minutes, Moms LOVES the place and said, "Holy shit, good luck putting all this shit away." LOL She slays me.

I cleaned up, went over there for dinner (they now live literally FIVE minutes from me), then came home, took an unexpected nap (I'm just gonna lie down for a minute), and woke up just in time for these cool sunset shots from the new pad:

If I were a cat, I'd be SO purring right now. I'm a "dog person," and my dog is completely passed out behind my chair right now.

As soon as I took that pic, I got THIS:

Stevie Wonder is playing in my head right now..."Isn't she lovely? Isn't she won-der-ful..." This little girl is my WORLD. She's five, and is digging the new place, as am I. Okay. Time for bed, and my last week at the salt mine before the "final cut." Pink Floyd. Check it out.