  Yeee-Haw. I survived the tedious move from my old place to Mitch's old place. Ned and John (Johnny, Peanut, John Burger-Ham, Uncle) did most of the carrying and Andrea came to help me clean. Now it's just a matter of getting this place in order. Mitch left it in bad shape and there was an earwig problem, but I am on my way to a cozy home. I am really digging Ned. The weekend was rough and silly argument filled. I think that was good, though.
At least we now know how we are at our worst. But we made it through the nasty phase. We had a great morning. Now he has to go back to Milwaukee. Booo. Hiss. Sarah, I am sorry I didn't make it to Ashley's recital. Michelle, call me. Thalia, how was Red Lobster? Alan, (do you even read this? ) I still have that key for you as well as the book thingie for the car. Does anyone else read this at all? Let me know at nikol@wastelandpoets.com and I will send you a blogger invite. 
