don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk

So I went down to Tucson, again, today to interview for a job teaching at the University. It's outside of the English department, which is nice because if I get it, I'll end up with some extra funding. The job would just be teaching a few sections of this class called "eroticism and love in medieval europe," which I think sounds pretty cool. It's some gen-ed class that every freshman has to take or whatever. I don't really know too much about medieval europe, but according to my potential boss, I don't have to. On top of that, he says I'm actually qualified to do it--I don't know if that's good or bad.
We're moving down Monday, and we can't wait. Couch surfing can be different and fun, but enough is enough! We're going to hit my pops up in Flagger tomorrow, then we'll be back in Tempe Sunday, then down down on Monday.
O. is getting really big. Man, it blows my mind to hear her talk to me. This morning the three of us went for coffee and she goes up to this chick about our age with designer sunglasses and all that, touches her on the knee, looks up to her and is just like, "hellloooo. I get juice with Mommy and Daddy," and I just walking in the door, just waking up, and it's like, holy crap--my kid is having a real, honest-to-goodness conversation with a random grown up. Crazy.
My brother Dan always says, "It's better to have hope in the soul, than soap in the hole."