...but at least it got moved. I will miss, however, those touchingly illiterate notes that our mail carrier was writing to us. The last one said "move you car!" I feel so jealous of whomever next commands her affections. I think it's a her. S/he has girly handwriting.
In other news, The Surrealist says that my advertising slogan is "Do You Eat The Colin Last?" Well? Do ya, punk? Get yours here.