Where I Crawl Out From Under the Rock I've Been Living Under.

The above picture has absolutely nothing to do whatsoever with anything we've done in the last week. My camera was not handy while I was dwelling under a rock.

This last weekend we had friends from New York come to visit for an evening. Jen and Dan have three kids, Rael and Conner (or is it Connor?)- who are twins about a year older than Shea, and Gavin who is about a year older than Atlee. We had beautiful weather for their visit, and all the kids had a lot of fun. I think the most fun award has to go to Gavin and Atlee. A few hours into the visit they discovered they both loved mud and mud puddles. How fortunate that our lake had transformed into some sort of mud pit that a mammoth could have been stranded in. I really wish I had pictures of the two of them playing in the mud. Or the two of them being hosed off before dinner.

The other big news around these here parts is that the Mountain House is under contract. If you said a prayer, or thought good thoughts, or sacrificed a chicken- thank you. Please continue whatever you were doing until we close in June.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to crawl back under my rock. It's actually pretty cozy under there.