Month: July 2005

Since a place never really feels like home to me until I’m annoyed with a neighbor, I’ll say this:

It’s 4th of July weekend and Neighbor Down the Street still has his Christmas wreath on his front door.

To make matters worse, it’s simply hideous. Droopy. Awful. Annoying …

So I guess this means I can finally say, “There’s no place like home.”

Sigh ….

… is all I can say right now. I’m wiped out. In a good way.

And, no, I didn’t get sent home, as predicted. In a surprising development, camp ended and I came home.

Thanks for your prayers and encouragement, peeps. 🙂

More later — once I’ve finally slept.