Come on! It's purely the fooball withdrawl.

I think Haley's jumpsuit shopping theory has a lot of merit. I can see Dan attempting a triple sow-cow (however it is spelled... I'm preferential to this farm animal ebonics though) in the living room and just wishing he were wearing a sequined jumpsuit. Not a pretty mental picture at all.

Haley, first of all. Dan's watching figure skating is a cry for help. Listen carefully. He STILL wants that monkey. Trust me. Really. Get him the monkey. Name him after your Dad. He'll LOVE that. So will Dan. Honest.

On a packing-up-your-house note, incapable of being anything other than a terminally-anal-retentive stage manager, I set up our house move the way I travel my productions.

1) Every room you're moving into is assigned a number (ie 1-Kitchen, 2-Guest Room etc.) then, as you pack, you put a BIG number on the box which coincides with the new room it's going into

2) When you move (whether you'rebeing moved or you're moving yourself) label the rooms so that even a chimp (note the simian leit motif?) can figure out that a box with a big "2" on it, goes in the similarly labeled room. This will cut down significant "where-the-heck-did-the-bank-records-get-to" issues.

3) If your sphincter is especially tight, you'll also number each box, put a simple list of the contents ON the box as well as cross referencing it to a separate sheet of paper with all info on it. (ie Room 4, Box 37, "Throwing Monkey Poo for Fun and Profit information) We travel show-props this way. In this manner, virtually nothing will get lost in the morass to come, the inevitable result of your Lowry-Rice genetic code. Although it's ever so slightly overkill, in the long run, you'll thank me for it. As will Dan. As will Randy the Chimp.
Remember, if you or any of your IM Force are caught or killed . . . Good luck, Jim.