No Exit

So we're moving today. And of course, it's pretty much crappy. I liked the poetry/metaphor of dog-cum-fire-exit, though. For more geeky Satre humor, go here. This shot was taken in our "old" building ("old" if we ever get the hell out of here, which I'm beginning to doubt. Geez. All of our worldly belongings fill up half of a 14 foot Uhaul and three hours later, we're still filling up that bad boy.)
Piper's saying "I can't wait to unpack." (Jamie's saying, "I can't wait to have a beer." )
Or six.