We're in our new house. And it's wonderful. It's a disaster zone and it smells different and there are strange creaks and noises and I can't find anything to wear (an entire box of socks and underwear still missing)--or anything at all, for that matter. It's totally foreign...but it's totally ours and I'm totally happy and totally overwhelmed. If I find the laptop later, I'll fill you in a bit more. Happy Monday (and if you woke up without finding a child has vomited all over your front side, all the happier! Yay for you.)
Later, gators.
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