Hey Y'all.
I have survived. Barely.
In the past week, my oldest son married a beautiful young lady, my youngest daughter gave birth to my first grandchild (boy, 8 lbs. 20.5 in. healthy, hardly cries except for feeding time, only every 2 hours) and I have completed a move out to the country. It's not the end of the world, but I swear you can see it from here. The power company asked if I wanted to turn on the outside street light. I said hell no, I want to see some stars!
Daughter, baby and fiance' have moved in. (Kids these days do everything ass backwards.)
I just have finished setting the computer and network so I hope to comment more and even post some.
Observation No. 1: Why does everyone move all their stuff to a new place and then go through and throw out a third of it? Would it make more sense to just go over your stuff BEFORE the move? Is it just me?
Observation No. 2: Has anyone ever moved without accessing moderate amounts of alcohol and Ibuprofin? I kept forgetting. Is it two tablets and 4 beers or four tablets and two beers? Too late. The stuff is in and nothing broken that was worth anything.
In closing,
I hope the two neighbors across the street don't flip out when I stake out my Herman Cain sign.
