Why does the time I spend at home always go so quickly and four days in Tennessee last an eternity? The time I've spent home this summer have been so far and in-between, I feel like a visitor. But we got some quality time in there and even got [some of] the lawn cut. We deal in extremes.
Laura exudes that fresh-from-an-airport-pickup look
First thing to do once you arrive in NJ: Diner
I liked this house. Now we like this house.
I love both these things
Home is nigh
We took in an oldie
She wanted to mow, so I had to rake
Making the daily sweat
Getting ready to be "back in it"
Laura, meet the RxHSCG09
This years show is Rambo: First Blood (apparently)
Then this happened
Now it is time to leave again. I'm off to live on a bus, which I hear is standing room only, so it should be good times. At least Daniel & I can share the three seater. That's right - pulling seniority at 31. And I end up in my hometown. First time that has happened. What to expect? It's all so exciting.
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