Sitting at the breakfast table at the folks' house. My sister has a wireless Internet thingy that works here, so I'm borrowing her computer. Amos is on the floor, grunting and squealing at his toys. We've discussed the weather a great deal. Cantaloupe has been consumed.
I'm worn out, folks. Today, there will be more visitors to take the burden from me. Yay for that!
More updates later. I must say, when I call Phil at the end of the day and he reads to me all of your comments, it really helps me to finish the day with a smile. You kids rock mightily.
Keep on rockin' in the free world, my friends. Happy Sunday.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
The wind doth bloweth
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7 beautiful people muttered something back:
I'm so glad more of the cavalry has arrived to help you out.
Hope you have a good Sunday
I hope things become easier for you now that you have more family coming.
By coincidence I'm listening to Neil Young as I read your blog, so I was rocking in the free world.
Have a good week.
Maybe tonight I'll try a different voice for each commenter. I'm sure it will annoy you long before I run out of voices.
Phil, go back and do mine in a Welsh accent.
And, Phil, do mine in a Cajun accent, mais cher!
Seriously though, I know it must be tough to be with the 'rents so long under such stressful conditions. I often wonder if I could do it for my own Sybil and Sanford. Oh, yeah, I have pseudonyms that match them to a "t."
Take care. Have an ass-kicking week.
And a happy Sunday to you!
Make sure you take some time for you and let the others take over while they're there. You don't need to become one of the walking wounded, too.
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