The Soup

Cockroaches in our new apartment. Moving everything we own just a few hours every night, on a cul-de-sac where folks have no problem triple parking. On Friday, in the rain. Big shots from the county inspecting my staff and work ethic. A fundraiser, a shopping spree for kids, a death in a good friend's family. Last week was one of the most difficult I've experienced in a long time, but fortunately it ended with this:



That's right. Joel McHale, one of my admitted man-crushes, and me. My life is that much more complete.