Junk Mail

... as an art form.

We're back safe and sound, arriving to find this pile of mostly catalogs and other junk that had been "on hold" at our local post office. Sorted through it all, set aside the bills, and threw everything else in the trash. Now we're checking off stuff on the to do list - laundry, chores, return phone calls, and organizing doc appointments, lab tests, and clinic visits for the two of us.

Tomorrow I'll actually have the time (knock on wood) to start responding to your kind comments and commenting on your journal entries. I've been following them and like what I've seen over the last two weeks, but writing something that doesn't come out looking like "I lekkk hwt u sww, %srts" is difficult with a two year old sitting in your lap. Talk to you then.

This is Smartypants last blip for a while so he's in the other room throwing a tantrum ... and the adventure continues.