started and awaiting a final look over, or sitting in my head waiting to get out. Maybe I am still recovering from the shock of my makeover.
Dave is home now, so we have been busy doing to the final move-in stuff, hanging pictures, unpacking the last random boxes we had piled in the garage.
I hope to get a chance to write more in the next couple of days. Infertility(not mine), the loss of a child(not mine), the time-sucking hole that is Facebook(my problem), the search for a great Rueben sandwich (check out “pressed but not crushed” for my inspiration on this one). Then there is ice-fishing at -10(more proof of insanity). Two 40th b-day parties last weekend(getting old, Dave is next).
Maybe later today. I have to go make oatmeal for the kids now, want to send them off to school with full warm bellies.