HERE YOU GO
I/We have survived two weeks of Anders’ being gone. Even the yard, which he mowed the evening before he left and again, this morning the day after he returned. Huzzah for not having to break down and mow it myself! Martin and I had an argument yesterday over how many times I cooked last week while Anders was away. I stood fast at 5 times; he was certain it was only 4 (we won’t talk about the week before). In my defense, two of the weeknights last week were given over to parent/teacher meetings at their respective schools. Or rather...