I don’t even know where to start

Okay, there is so much ‘stuff’ bouncing around in my head, it isn’t funny.

We’re back home, as I said, having crossed four states and spending a week at the beach since I last wrote regular entries.

My mind keeps going over the past ten days or so, and it keeps trying to categorize things, put them into little boxes. One way to do that would be “the good, the bad, and the ugly.” Other things that keep bouncing around are hurricane rebuilding efforts, bad drivers, and thoughts on children. Also, thoughts on marriage.

See? Too much crap. I don’t even know where to start.

So, um, whassup? What have y’all been doing? (all three of you).

Unconscious mutterings, week 231

  1. Happen :: for a reason
  2. Terribly :: ill tempered for a nine year old, dontcha think?
  3. History :: repeats itself
  4. Master :: Bates! A joke for Transformer fans. Heh.
  5. Petrified :: Forest
  6. Moan :: when I see another traffic jam
  7. Attack :: of the killer tomatoes
  8. Picture :: show
  9. Students :: like to drink beer
  10. Potter :: Putter spelled wrong

finalmente a casa

We made it back.

Longest. Road. Trip. Evar.

Kids: alive, but barely. It was touch and go this morning in Lafayette.

Critters: happy to see us, but one cat still hasn’t made an appearance.

House: still standing, I forgot to start the dishwasher as we left ten days ago. Oops.

Marriage: we’re still together.

More later, I have 140 emails from work to dig through, plus laundry. And Barney is on (somebody was having withdrawals, I won’t name any names, though)