Going home

I never got around to blogging while here in Houston. We had a grand time, especially for the days when everyone (except Andrew, as usual) was together for our Andersen family reunion.

But our flight is this evening and we're going home. Yes, home, because we got a house! Finally! We should (knock on wood) close tomorrow and have the movers come Thursday, if everything works out. I'm not planning on it, but I'm hopeful. Andrew has been living in our house for about a week and a half and we'll just pay rent to the owner until it's officially ours. No furniture, but it's home.

Now if I can just get through the airport and flying business unscathed. (On the way out here I turned around in the airport bathroom to find Leighton holding a used tampon applicator. Makes me throw up in my mouth to think of it. That definitely counts as scathed, in my opinion. If we can avoid that again, we'll survive.) Wish me luck.

Next time I post it will be from my new home!