Whoooo! We set a date!

No, not that kinda date. I don't look good in white, anyway. I mean a moving date. April 28.

Hopefully, we won't need a boat to get there.

We're moving to Rome, though it looks a bit more like Venice right now. The river's waaaay up, though it isn't near the house. Yet. It's supposed to crest Wednesday (I think), so fingers are crossed.

Ok, it just occurred to me that I've lived in Venice, Florida and soon, Rome, Illinois. I love Italian food, grow a couple of different varities of basil and have long had a fascination for all things "Mafia". Goodfellas and Casino are a couple of my most favorite movies. Oh, and I use a lotta good ole EVOO.

Irony? I think not.

I bet I was an Italian mama in a prior life. Complete with moustache, no doubt.

As per my usual behavior, I digress.

The movers have been booked. Mediacom has been contacted for digital cable, phone and...OOOOOO!...high-speed internet. Good gawd. Whatever will we do with all our extra time now that we won't have to wait tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock on this damn dial-up? More sex, maybe? Hey..it could happen.

Just hafta notify our current landlords and the bastardly Ameren-Cilco. Oh, and hit the PO for a 'change of address' kit.

I think I'm right on track.

Now, if I just had a couple of hunky men to pack for me while I lollygag on my chaise lounge and eat grapes, I'd be set.

Hey. A girl can dream, can't she?