Tomorrow I leave for Utah for 6 days. My plans are to paint the basement room and sign an agreement with a realtor so tht we can sell the house.
I’m thrilled that the weather will be sunny here to get to the airport, but apprehensive that in Utah they are expecting a storm tomorrow night. Ahh, traveling in the winter.
I have a good book to read on the airplane, and since I’m already coughing, I figure I can give something instead of catch something! Maybe I’ll wear a mask.
Dear Mike and Greg,
Remember all those times I told you to turn off the Nintendo and come to dinner? All those times I interrupted Super Mario Brothers to ask you to clean your rooms? I am SO sorry! I never imagined how annoying my interruptions were! Now that I have my very own Wii version of the game, I am hooked–even though I have not yet made it through the first world. I guess I should also apologize for being the dorkiest SMB player in the world! But Mario and Luigi remain ever-valiant and do not reject me for my ineptitude. They forge confidently along, jumping on toads, falling off cliffs, throwing fireballs, riding little horsie things, and giving the upbeat “Here we go again” at the end of each unsuccessful bid to save Princess Peach. I shall persevere. But can you ever forgive me?