I'm just not sure I am ready for this. It's the plan, I know! We've been praying for this for almost two years, but really? Can I seriously survive in Winlock, Washington?
You know how when you are travelling and you stop to get gas and wonder why there is a gas station in that bizarrely weird place. Well, drive another mile or two past the gas station and you will find a town. Or in my case a forgotten town. I should not be so brazen about my new home town. I have yet to meet a cross person in good ol' Winlock. From the hardware store to Don who bags the groceries at the IGA, they are all so nice. It's just, well, just kinda not a lot going on.
But the time has come, and they tell me change is good. Character building and all that crappola! Hopefully all this new character building doesn't come with the 20 pounds my last bit of character did. I have asked a certain few of you to keep tabs on me and do an intervention if they see me starting to swell. I am going to have to ask for a bit of an extension on my pending intervention. Moving sucks to put it politely. I think I have eaten out for two-weeks straight, and I am staring down the barrel of another 2 to 3 weeks. Ya, I know most places have a "light" option, but lets be real here for a moment and acknowledge that the bacon double cheeseburger with special sauce is so much better than cardboard wrapped with flour cardboard.
Now for the good news. I found out today, my kids will have 18 kids in their class next year! Ha, eat that ARE friends! LOVE
