Monkey is HOME.

My sister, brother-in-law and I crossed five or so states to bring Monkey home. For the record, Monkey does not appreciate me writing about him as he's an adolescent now and all. Just so you know.

There was lots of corn on the way. We're certain that freaky Children of the Corn guy was hiding out somewhere with his creepy, chain smoker adult voice. We did stop by the Mall of America, and I did my obligatory roller coaster ride with my son.

Now we are back to unpacking.

Jack is not liking this move so much. He keeps growling and roaring, and his breath smells really bad because he won't eat or drink. He's holed in my room until he gets more acclimated to the new "smell" which pushes him to homocidal anxiety. I wish I had cat valium.

He's this cat:



He's proof that I'm codependent.