Joseph and I got home this afternoon from Tahoe. Chris got home last night from Illinois. He called me this morning bitching because the old washer is still out by the garage. No one has come and hauled it away yet. And that, of course, is my fault:/ I should magically have someone appear and haul it away. No matter that I called the freaking guy and he was supposed to come yesterday. The frikkin check is still in the envelope taped to the washer. But its my fault:/
Its amazing. I spend a few days in Tahoe.....busy days too. (Casey took photos of the guys for Canada, and I was the wrangler...running back and forth) Friday was Casey's graduation from community college too....90 minutes before the show started. I got no rest....woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep for hours....but I was fine. No palpitation episodes at all. I get home , and within 2 hours, the old ticker is jumping all over the place. Why is that?? Could it be because Chris is jumping all over me, not to mention crabbing at Joseph. Yeah, hon, I missed you too. Its so good to be home:/
I had better stop before I say anything more.