Enhanced Interrogation Techniques

AKA: Dance Recitals Do you know what I mean? Sitting through a dance recital is torture, especially when the only reason you are there is for the exactly 2.7 minutes your daughter is on stage. The other 117.3 minutes is sheer torture. Reagan had her dance recital Saturday night. By the end of the night IContinue reading “Enhanced Interrogation Techniques”

What day is this?

I’ve been walking around pretty much in a stupor lately. I haven’t been blogging. I haven’t been checking my Google Reader (I did just now and the count scares me). I have been showering so that’s at least some points towards sanity. What have I been doing? HOUSE HUNTING What I should be calling theContinue reading “What day is this?”

We’re headed to…(drumroll)

Finally! The suspense is over, for you and me! I was going to post Friday night where we thought we were going (D.C.) and just pray that word didn’t change before we got official notification. Things happened the way they normally do when you plan on doing something and I didn’t have enough time toContinue reading “We’re headed to…(drumroll)”

She chose red

I mentioned yesterday that Reagan broke her arm Friday night. It was a very interesting end to a pretty interesting day. After returning from strawberry picking, which included almost running out of gas and finding out our next possible city of residence, we prepared for our Pity Party. We had invited neighbors over for anContinue reading “She chose red”