Why did the chicken cross the road?

Pardon my absence - the last few days have been craaaaazy. The bank finally came through at the very last second, so as of Friday afternoon we had a new home! That meant the touch-and-go moving plans for the weekend were officially a go, and with the help of some awesome friends we were in our new place by dinnertime on Saturday (I use the term "we" rather loosely, considering that all a pregnant woman is good for is supervising - but I supervised the hell out of that move, oh yeah!).

We've spent the last two days unpacking, and it's still not quite finished (although we do have the interwebs back as of today - yaaay!) - when it's all done, I'll post a few photos of the new digs. Until then, here's a picture of a chicken that we took earlier today to tide you over:

And yes, it is crossing the road. There is little more surreal in life than turning to your husband in the car and saying, "Hey...is that...a chicken on the road?" I live in Hickville, folks.