in Alabama.  We do have a pool in our apartment complex, air conditioning set at a comfortable 72, but still no working internet connection in our apartment.  Right now I am precariously perched by our front door pirating some unsuspecting neighbor’s wireless connection with our lap top.

I’m just popping in to say that we made it.  My glorious friends did things like throw us a party, watch my kids, and (help me) clean my house before Barry magically arranged our stuff like a 3-D jigsaw puzzle into our cars and we headed to Alabama.  Apartment living is not bad, but it does seem strange that parking your car at home is no different than parking at Target…  I like driveways and garages.  And yards.  Yes, I miss having a yard, though it is soooo crazy hot and soggy here that we wouldn’t use it
but for a few minute to get all the jumps out of Logan’s springing legs so he wasn’t shaking the chandelier of the poor people below us.

I can’t quite post photos yet, but the internet guy should be fixing our problem once and for all on Tuesday.  Then you can see our cars stuffed to the gills and maybe even some giraffes from the zoo.

How’s that sound?