Upon further examination, it seems that there's a hitch in the get-along. In spite of experiencing signs and wonders known to predict imminent explosion, the signs that really matter say no merging onto the express lane yet. One and still thick. (Husbands, ask your wives.) Andrea's hitting the stairs, walking the mall and doing laps around the living room, attempting jumping jacks, eating cookies. Generally feeling miserable.
On a brighter note, Grandpa and Grandma flew in yesterday. The kids have forgotten we exist.
1 comment:
I jus keep-a checkin! ;)
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