The Weakest Weaksauce

SPFL has decided that we will swim every when we get home from work, weather permitting.

I got home from some youth ministry meetings tonight at 8:30 and found Ellen and Katie (names obscured to protect identity) curled up on the couch eating cookie dough straight from the bowl and watching Olympic diving. Naturally, I had no choice but to join them.

This house still doesn't have a mail box.

Well, that's not entirely true; I took an empty cardboard box, wrote MAIL on it with a sharpie and set it near the door. So far, nothing's been left in it.

Tropical Storm Fay was the weakest weaksauce imaginable. It didn't even rain here. But, we didn't have to start work yesterday anyhow (okay, Ellen did).

I like reading about everyone else's stuff. Keep it up.

(Ed. note: All posts must have titles, dammit.)