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Miss me?

Probably not. That's ok. I've missed you enough for the both of us.

Since we don't have Internet here at Ye Olde Dad's House, I've resorted to piggybacking on a wifi signal from some neighbor who has obviously not learned how to encrypt their signal. Thankfully. Once we get up and running I'll go door to door offering my services re: how to encrypt one's wifi signal so that someone close by cannot piggyback on your internet.

Until then....I sin.

Moving has proved interesting to say the least. Living with my children in the house I grew up in is interesting. Living with my father is interesting. Living with four dogs is interesting as well as hazardous. Hazardous because they tend to swarm and can very easily knock you over if they smell food. Or if you're thinking about food. Seriously dangerous on the stairs. I'm quite surprised to find that so far I've escaped being knocked down the stairs by them.

Speaking of stairs. They are very steep. This being an older home, the stairs were built when builder's thought it would be amusing to see if they could install stairs at an angle so steep that it would give mountain goats vertigo . I don't think I even noticed how steep they were when I was growing up, but since I've lived in a new home with nice wide comfy stairs, these older ones scare me.

My laptop is also on the fritz right now so I'm using The Girl's (shhhhh don't tell her) while she's out with two males of Latin descent. My laptop guy Jeffrey is coming over here at midnight to see if he can whip my laptop back into shape. I keep getting the blue screen of death.

So that's enough blogging for now. Oh, one more thing. It's hot. Very hot. I moved here and it started a heat wave. Also? The food prices here are WAAAAAAAY higher than in Puyallup. I mean really. Horrible. I'm thinking that my kids should all stop eating now.

And the dogs here. Oy vay. Did I mention there is four of them? One is just staying for the week while my sister is at girl's camp with her two daughters and my Allison. Meanwhile, my bedroom is so small I have to crab sideways around the bed.

But Lance loves his job. That makes this all worth it. I think.


  1. But are there any dogs there?

  2. Of course we missed you.

  3. Nope, nary a dog here. Just four footed furry beasts who bark and drool and run you over.

    Vicus, you miss me every chance you get.


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