My Poor Neighbor

Check this out. When it rains, it pours. And then floods their newly almost-finished basement.
http://williams-amy.blogspot.com/2009/01/flood-part-1_25.html

Change is Good

My sister just changed the background on her blog. I was inspired.

Where's Poppy?

Well, somewhere flying over the Atlantic, I think. He's on a flight right now from Kuwait to Atlanta, and then one final flight from Atlanta to Pensacola. He's been traveling for almost a week now trying to get back to the U.S. He'll begin his two-week vacation tomorrow as soon as his plane lands in Pensacola. This has been a long-anticipated trip. We're so excited to see him!

On a Mission

Today, Jon, Jack and I ran by Fresh Market to get a few things. While we were there, Jon spotted Petit Fours, so we got a small assortment. Six to be exact. We were anticipating that first little bite of delicious goodness. And. Hmmm. They weren't very good. They're supposed to be little fluffy bite-sized pieces of wedding cake, you know. They weren't. One was filled with maple. Yuck. The others were filled with lemon and orange. Not what we were expecting. Now we're on a mission to find the best petit fours in Knoxville.

A Christmas Miracle

The story begins...
Angie in the shower. About 7:15am Sunday morning. Jack wakes up and frolicks into the bathroom while whistling the Andy Griffith theme song.

Angie: Good morning, Jack.

Jack: You remember this? (Pointing to the used-to-be scab on his forehead)

Angie: Yes, I do.

Jack: It was a Christmas miracle. (It fell off at Christmas time at Big Mama's house)

Angie: You're right!

Jack: Now it's good as nude. Good as nude.