We are in Florida. Where is seems to be roughly 4,ooo degrees but then again I don’t carry around a thermometer. I have been telling Rick for about a decade that I want to move to a warmer climate so I can’t even mention that it’s too hot. It’s totally too hot.
I’ll tell you one thing Rick and I just learned. That if he thinks I’m putting the sunscreen on our kids and I think he’s putting the sunscreen on our kids that does not magically mean they are wearing sunscreen. The opposite in fact.
Our vintage Jeep almost exploded before we left. It was rattling and smoking and flashing something that said “Check Gears” or “Check Gauge.” I can’t remember exactly. So that should strengthen our position when we are negotiating the sale price. At this point, we will take a couple hundred bucks as long as the buyer promises to keep the mammoth size Phillies sticker on the back as a tribute to us.
My dad took down our rope swing before we left New York. Because he’s a safety conscious guy, he got a couple kids from the neighborhood to hold the ladder.
Yeah, that looks totally safe.
Our flight down to Florida was pretty easy. But once we arrived, we were missing a duffle bag and a car seat. Plus, we took someone else’s suitcase by mistake. We all must stop buying black suitcases. Yes, I know you can tie a ribbon or something to your bag but I only think of this idea when I’m accidentally stealing other people’s luggage.
We are staying in Boca while we wait for our furniture to arrive. My dad is with us and Rick has assured my father that he will do very well with the single ladies down here because he can drive at night. And apparently that’s what they are all looking for – a guy with good night vision. He won’t even have to mention his mobile closet.
Meanwhile, I have been obsessing over which white to pick for some of the rooms in our new house. A person can go insane looking at white paint samples. Simply White? Decorator’s White? Pure White?! If Loving You Is Wrong, I Don’t Want To Be White. Wait, that last one might be a nail polish color.
At this point, Benjamin Moore should just name one of its whites: Pick This White Before You Go Bat Shit Crazy and we can all just choose it.
And Dylan is still sad we moved and desperately missing her best friend. Wait until she finds out her school bus comes at 7:08 AM. But I’m not mentioning that yet.