|Ooh, I like the new retro design, Facebook! Nicely done!
Hey I keep imagining writing about how we've now officially lived in Maine for 20 years and forgetting to do it. Which means we've lived here approximately 20 years and a week. We moved to Maine in February and instantly fell ill with the flu, all four of us. I remember it was vacation week — we planned to have that week to settle in before Zoë started school, but we stayed sick well into the following week. I picture us lying on mattresses on the floor and kids vomiting into the popcorn bowl* when I think of that time. We had a dog! Poor Happy, I don't even remember how we accommodated her needs for those first weeks. I guess we had a fenced yard full of dog poop.
Twenty years. Time is weird, and it keeps on slippin slippin slippin into the future,** doesn't it?
Also, this makes both our refrigerator and stove approximately 20 years old.
*Popcorn bowl = vomit bowl, sorry if you've eaten popcorn at my house.
**You're welcome, that's today's earworm especially for my favorite Academy Award winner!