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Holy amazing crap, the goals have been met.  The needful has been achieved.

The moving is done.

Imagine a truck.  A big, yellow, muddy truck.  Like maybe an old 80 Custom Deluxe with mud flaps and big ass tires.  Its kinda dirty, banged up a bit, but with a bit of a gloss that indicates that the dude that owns it wants to keep it clean, but just doesn’t think it makes much sense to fix the body up, because hell, its an 80s truck, and its a work truck, and only wieners show ’80s work trucks.  Its probably a faded yellow.

Now imagine it having been on your back for about 3 weeks, and then being removed.

Thats how we feel.

Now, I don’t like the general thing of thanksgiving.  I mean, I like turkey, and I guess I like indians (Native Americans, please), and Pilgrims, well, I don’t like them, but thats a different post, but my point is I don’t like a holiday where you have to go around thinking about how you’re thankful.  Its like having to go around and tell your employees they’re doing a good job, even if you think they’re kinda slack and could be working harder.

Point is, the point is to be thankful anyway, and I oppose the idea that on a certain arbitrary day you’re supposed to go around and be all like “wow, I’m thankful that I’m regular, and that I have a 80s custom deluxe (I don’t, but thats not the point) and that my house isn’t on a sinkhole, and that theres not a meteorite coming, and that I’m not, I dunno, lame, or something.”

Do that anyway, on a regular basis.  You don’t need the man telling you what to do.

Anyway, I’m thankful that we got all the moving done.  Woot!