So last week we were on the beach for a week in Topsail Island, NC. We headed home on Saturday morning and it took us 8 or so hours to get home. I drove 7.5 of those hours because I knew Emily would be exhausted. You see, we got home on Saturday afternoon so Emily could pack to head out on her trip to Orlando for a week long conference on Sunday afternoon.
The kids and I are still alive, so Emily, if you are reading us, we are still here and above ground. We have made out pretty well actually. Emily’s grandparents and parents have taken pity on me and have helped to feed us and make sure our hind-ends are where they need to be when they need to be.
I sort of like having some alone time for a day or two but it would be quite a shock for much longer than that. The cats just aren’t that great at conversation although our orange beast (#1) is a great cuddler. Too bad it’s like a thousand degrees. Anyhow, I have been working on some projects and staying up too late but I am ready for Emily to get back home. You see, she needs to pack again because we are headed to PA on Friday, the day after she returns. The kids will probably need to get a bath or something too once she gets home. I guess there are probably lots of things that I have forgotten. Warren Home Alone is just about as dangerous as Macaulay Culkin!