Pasta at the doorstep

Pac Rat used to slip these things into my shoes when I wasn't looking. He had me confused for a while. However, when he confessed that it was him, he stopped doing it. Silly guy.

I helped my aunt Amy and uncle Roy load their stuff into a huge moving truck today. They're leaving for Arizona on the 15th. As happy as I am for them, I can't help but envy them a little bit. They're finally leaving this godawful state to pursue a fresh start somewhere far, far away. It's exactly what I want to do.