with a side of hopping from foot to foot

Let's have grouse for dinner:

Things are queueing up to turn into full-fledged Events in my life, meaning that I currently have the potential to blog a personal saga that could extend beyond whether I received the correct change at the grocery store or not.

But... I need to write a long email to someone first. I always swore she'd be the first to know. I just kept waiting to put some ducks in a row, but that has meant not being able to report all of the stories where the ducks steal the bread from my hand and poop on my head.

So, let me write that email, after I do about ten other things, and then I'll cut loose with the anxiety, bitching, hope, squeals, and hoo-yeahs that are my pleasant pocket of existence...