The best and most important part of Wednesday was Jake and Jenna's joint birthday party. The pool at the country club was full of little ones, and Jenna jumped off the diving board no less than 10 times in a row. She isn't talking, but the point and giggle says it all.
It's Thursday morning. The clock is inching toward 7 am. The crew is expected at any minute. We have done all we can do. They can paint, scrape, stain, or build around around what remains or they can move it themselves. I am done.
Oh, if you are interested in reviewing the receipt for Lou Ann's 1972 gallbladder removal, please let me know. I know right where it is.