Well, well... clearly it's been a little bananas around here.
First of all, we moved. Into a storage unit. Don't be jealous.
It's kind of a long story, but the lesson to be learned is that there are many fish-houses in the house-sea and by jingo we will find one meant just for us. In the meantime, our stuff is warm and snug in storage unit de Verbie, the childrens and I (and Gus) have infringed on the good graces of my parents, while Paul works during the week and crashes with his parents, and then we are reunited on the weekends and it feels so good.
A little unconventional, yes, and truthfully I don't know how it's all going to shake out because we've only been here for 2 days. So please bless that the bank wants to give us a loan and that we find a nice little house with our name on it for the right price, so that Lane and Connie still like us while we occupy Sanpete (i.e. their basement).
In the meantime, I miss my friends, and a grocery store that is less than 7 miles away. And Paul. And my king size bed. However, I do have Connie 24/7 and that is a holy blessing I wish you could all experience. Also, when it's really cold outside the delicious Coca-Cola in my parents' garage gets a little bit slushy. Que bien!