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Kevin took this picture last week and I love it. It would be perfect for our office, if we had one. Note to self: make sure next house has a great spot for this.\

When I think about what I gave up to move down here (the list is long), I sometimes feel like crying. But there haven’t been any tears yet! Well, at least not until last night when we were at a BBQ place and they only had mustard-based BBQ sauce. Apparently it is a thing here, so it isn’t a simple matter of finding a different BBQ restaurant. I mean, really Mustard-based BBQ sauce! I almost high-tailed it back to Virginia right then! I was mollified when Kevin (jokingly) suggested I could bring my own sauce next time. The boys and I are going up to Virginia before school starts. While there, I am going to stock up on individual packets of BBQ sauce from my favorite BBQ place. Oh yea.

What is the appropriate punishment for one kid peeing on the other, while the latter was sitting on the toilet?

Making my husband, everywhere, proud of me: I registered to vote today!!

Max got rickrolled today for the first time. (No, Mom, this isn’t anything bad and doesn’t hve anything to do with losing your shoes.)\
Brian used the manual can opener today. He was so proud of himself that he exclaimed, “Me didn’t need any help; me did it all by myself!!” My old can opener was really hard to use even I could barely get it to work. I think this is where his excitement came from.\
Brian drew his first dirty picture today. He was drawing attics with various amenities. One had a bathroom, so of course he had to draw a penis that could use the bathroom. Then he drew the boy to go with it. They were the same size. He then “built” (really, he just drew) a penis for me so I could use a urinal too.

While out shopping for school stuff, I passed a bank thermometer that read 104. So of course my kids wanted to wear winter, footie pjs to bed. Crazy.

My first caffeine free, diet coke in almost a month tastes like ass. Back to water for me. (And sneaking Kevin’s really yummy Cherry Limeade.)

All of the applicants to rent our VA townhouse have bad credit. Like, really bad credit. Pooo.

Good news! We might have a tenant for our Va townhouse. Woot. I got a message from the prop manager saying that she wanted to discuss an application. Keep your fingers crossed. Hopefully the application doesn’t involve 14 rottweillers, 3 smokers, and a rent of only half of our asking price, yes?\
PS- Kev, I still can’t email out. IM is probably the best way for me to contact you. Nothing important is going on though, except me complaining about the kids. :* Tash is coming by in a bit too. Any message you want to pass on?

I’ve been packing and working and sorting and trashing like crazy this week! The movers come tomorrow, which means my work will be done, hallelujah! My C-section scar has been hurting, which is a definite sign I need to take it easy. After barely 2 hours of sleep last night, I woke up with killer ear and throat pain. Kevin thinks I have strep throat. Oh joy. But tomorrow, at least, I can just sit around lazily, on the one chair we aren’t moving to Georgia, and watch other people work. That is after I: have our mail forwarded; meet with the property manager; haul 5 bags of trash, carry the exercise bike up a flight of steps, drag two kiddie play frames, and a weed-covered section of outdoor carpet around the back of the house to the curb; sort through the paperwork junk pile; take down 14 vases from over the kitchen cabinets; empty the corner cabinet; dry out the paint cans; finish packing the last minute odds and ends; and go to the doctor. After that, then I can just sit around. YAY.