Randolph On Saturday morning, I make the final move into my new home. I had been carting various odds and ends to my new apartment before now, and today I moved my microwave oven and video machine. Tomorrow I’m moving my computer and clothing, and as much of the small stuff, so that Saturday is completely devoted to the bed, bookcase and candle – no wait, that’s a pop group isn’t it?
My dog, whose breed is as close as dammit to Bruiser’s Mom in Legally Blonde 2 (incidentally my vote for worst movie ever made), is going to be boarding with my mother. She’s a terror on four legs. The dog, not my mother! And no, I don’t mean “terrier”, although she could have some of that in her. The dog, not my mother!
2nd – But only because he looked so good in his wedding dress