I'm moving into a Cosby Show house! Well, I'm not moving in with a crazy sweater wearing uber-professional black family, but I am moving into a really great Brooklyn brownstone a la the Huxtable abode. This Friday I will leave Michigan for the first real period of time ever, to attend law school. I've thrown out more stuff than I actually have left. I'm not a packrat, just sentimental. As such I'm finally parting with every article of clothing my children have ever worn, begrudgingly. So if you neat super awesome baby clothes, hit St. Vincent de Paul on Franklin and Davison Roads on Monday!

You might take note that I chose a pre-Raven Simone photo. I do this as an act of solidarity with Rudy, Arnold from Diff'rent Strokes and all of the other former scene-stealing cute kids who ever got a little weird looking around age 8. I love you guys.


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