Today we make the not so long journey back to Arkansas.
Don’t come to our apartment and steal our stuff since the only electronic thing we’re leaving is our TV and that dude is huge and heavy and you’ll herniate yourself and you’ll still be on the floor when we get home. And then you’d look rather stupid, wouldn’t you?
Yesterday was all about the site’s footer–which is mighty snazzy if I do say so myself. And yes, Andrew, I know it’s still messed up. I know. But I have stuff to do today so it’s not looking like I’m going to fix it before Monday. But it’s there and the links work. I’ll take what I can get right now.
Tucker’s taking his GRE right now and as soon as I’m done with this very, very important post, I have to get dishes out and in the dishwasher and finish packing stuff and take a shower and all that very, very important stuff that has to be done before you go on a trip.
It’s not that I’m not looking forward to seeing family and having Christmas but going back to Arkansas is like living in Facebook. I’ll wait and let that sink in.
A lot of the people I went to high school with are still in my hometown. On Facebook, you can close the window if anyone messages and you’re not keen on interacting. Back home? I’m going to be stuck out in front of Target with no way to escape. I might be over dramatizing this since the last time we were in Arkansas I saw one person I knew from high school and that was only because he and I had arranged to meet.
Now that I’ve gotten into the middle of this, there does not appear to be a point. None at all. You’re welcome.
At this very moment Ollie is in the floor rolling around and screaming hysterically because Cara took a phone book away from him–right after he slapped her upside the head with the other phone book.
I predict this trip is going to be so much fun that running into people from high school will seem like a cakewalk.
See y’all after Christmas. Hope it’s a good one…and be very glad you don’t have to pay these peoples’ electric bills.
