Megan, peace and strength to all.
Kara has a boyfriend, Kara has a boyfriend...or am I getting a little ahead of things?
She actually hasn't met him yet. Greg met his mom. We'll run into him soon, I'm sure. THEN it will be all boyfriend-minion.
Pictures! Need pictures.
Soon, I promise. I found the camera but Nick filled it with pictures of himself so I have to clear the memory card first.
He was being all rock star again. He's really very cute when he does that, if a little annoying. He's been such a doll. He rounded up friends to help us move the first couple of days and we still had to rent a truck on the last day to finish, but we never would have made it without him and his friends.
Bloody hell. So sorry, Megan. Peace and coping-ma to you and yours.
And also ((Perkins)), because I somehow missed the part where you hurt yourself. But I do care.
I am getting a haircut this afternoon and have decided (for no reason, except I thought it would be fun) not to tell Tom, so I can TA-DA! when he comes home from work.
God I'm so excited. My hair is just NASTY, shaggy dog, dry, split ends. This is a new, local place, that a friend recommended so I'm crossing my fingers that it works out. As I haven't really gotten into the groove of a "regular" salon.
Ooooo! Nora! Sounds fun! Good luck.
Megan, so sorry about your MIL. Peace-ma to you and your DH.
Thanks for all the caring, you all. The back is not good this morning, but the ankle seems better.
Glad the ankle is improving, sometimes getting the pain down to one factor makes it easier to focus on... back~ma to you.
Megan, my thoughts are with you and your family.
I hope both back and ankle shape up quickly, Perkins. Any chance you can rest them today? (As in, all day)
Just a quick post to wish everyone a good weekend. I'm off to visit some friends in MD. In 54 minutes. I have to pack and shower now. Looks like I'll be putting make-up on in the car (which is OK, because I'm not driving.)
I am getting a haircut this afternoon and have decided (for no reason, except I thought it would be fun) not to tell Tom, so I can TA-DA! when he comes home from work.
But what if he reads this?