It’s all so much. So very very much. Noise and information and hurricanes and whining and poop and vacuuming and life insurance and new glasses and clean underwear and the price of gas and dinner at 5:30 and the morning constitutional and barking dogs and FLEAS FOR GOD’S SAKE and democrats and hippies and mean book store managers and Notre Dame football and Thanksgiving and Christmas and creativity and side projects and getting the car washed and the tree cut down and firing the gardener (again) and Blockbuster Online and Verizon Wireless and Blue Cross (I fart in your general direction) and my family is so far, far away.
Whew. I feel better. But not all the way, and when I do, I will update the blog about my bittersweet 2-week stay in Connecticut with my Village, and I will post more adorable pictures.
*TMI = Too Much Information, for those of you who need more information.
That’s it. We’re coming over. When do you want us?
That’s it. We’re coming over. When do you want us?
That’s it. We’re coming over. When do you want us?
Uh-oh. Sounds like you’re coming off The Grandparents.
Uh-oh. Sounds like you’re coming off The Grandparents.
Uh-oh. Sounds like you’re coming off The Grandparents.
Yes, it is like a drug addiction. I often refer to it as “coming down” from my trip.
Yes, it is like a drug addiction. I often refer to it as “coming down” from my trip.
Yes, it is like a drug addiction. I often refer to it as “coming down” from my trip.
This is too funny Kim! I haven’t heard this said in a long time – “I fart in your general direction.”
This is too funny Kim! I haven’t heard this said in a long time – “I fart in your general direction.”
This is too funny Kim! I haven’t heard this said in a long time – “I fart in your general direction.”