Apparently they are closing like, every road surrounding our house. We can exit through the back of our neighborhood. But early this morning the phone rang and the phone never rings. The school bus drivers are trying to figure out how to get to the kids. And then the beeping started. Right outside my window. And the banging and the drilling. We are so getting out of here.
We're going to Mommal's. The phone rang again. She called to tell me to send her a message on Facebook. She can't hear very well today.
Last night Ivy hit her mouth on the side of Carter's bed. She blames the blue jumpy donkey and its shenanigans when everyone was supposed to be still tucked in bed. The scene was gruesome. I'm talking horror movie conditions. Six stitches. Her beautiful gorgeous upper lip. My poor baby we are so getting out of here.
-- Just Write