No adoption news. We don't even know if our newest paper is in legalization yet. Maybe Wed. is what the lawyer said on Monday. Huge sigh...
This Sunday is our interim pastor's last Sunday with us. We don't have a replacement yet but are getting close. S.H., we love you man. He has been a real blessing to us and we will miss him.
A is back to school and driving Elvis there every morning. T says her driving has improved already. I've been praying for some improvement. Oh, did I mention that Elvis is getting 28 mpg right now. That's nearly double what the Jeep was getting. Oh, and R's bf bought the Jeep. How funny is that? Yep, T will be repairing the Jeep for the rest of it's life, barring any break-ups, that is.
We desperately need some rain here. We are on a "water alert" of some sort. Here that means Bubba can't wash the monster truck. It hasn't rained in several weeks. Everything is a brownish color, including the back of Flannery Vandango. When you close the back gate a puff of dust rises up.
We still can't decide if our dogs are hunters or gatherers. We know they raid bunny nests sometimes and that's how we end up with orphaned bunnies. The other night they had a big bunny. A big dead bunny. I suspect that they found it like that. They were still proud of themselves.
Like I said in the title, nothing much is going on right now.
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