I just finished the first major draft of a paper for my aphasia class. It's a comprehensive deconstruction of two commonly used language battery tests (a battery of tests relating to language, not how well you swing that dangling participle like a mace), and it's consumed the better part of the last three weeks. It's 24 pages long. I have to write another paper, on the state of Vermont medicare assistance, by May 1. There is also a weekly writing assignment and weekly exams. The class is only 3 units. Something has gone horribly awry...

Monday we put in an offer on a house 30 minutes north of Burlington because a) we can afford to live there without putting the rabbits out on the corner in teeny tiny hotpants, b) the house meets all major criteria for both interested parties and c) sunroom! We're off tomorrow morning bright and early with the realtor and a house inspector to find out just how much of it will fall down in the first stiff breeze. Feel free to take bets on how much that will be based on my previous livingplaces. Hey, at least I'm no longer sharing a room with a motorcycle*.

There are pictures of the house online here, although the first 3 pictures are not of the house at all, but of Tung-Tung, our overachiever bunny who is able to sleep and crap at the same time. So we took his picture and put it on the internet; dignity, thy name is not rabbit ass. Also, you are not hallucinating. There is in fact snow up to our knees surrounding this house; the current owner is an 80-year-old woman who has fled to Florida, and the dark-haired woman in the third exterior photo is the mysterious realtor Michelle, previously sliced in half by El Yo, but now feeling much, much better. Also, yes. Yes. There are stairs that end at a wall. In a one-story house.

Over at Apprendiz de Todo, Prentiss is wrestling with transvestites in his children's schoolwork. It's very amusing, especially if you don't have children in public school.

* Yes. True story. I lived in someone's garage for a year to save up money for grad school. Addiction to education can have horrible consequences, babies.