sorry I didn't rest with you today.

And so it begins

That's us and Andrea. She's all moved out of DJ Hally Hall. We want to hire her mom and sister pack up all of our stuff. The picture is small.

Our life has turned into the Agatha Christie novel And Then There Were None. But instead of dying in ways that parallel a nursery rhyme, everyone's just moving home.

In the words of our FHE father, Mark, who quoted someone else from something he probably read on the internet:

"The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?"

Something else that will help us bear the pangs of absence is the fact that we've invited ourselves to the Wise house again sometime this summer.

Still, we're going to miss Andrea until then. We give her the All Around Most Passionate award for her work with Britney Spears and navigating a giant couch down a lot of stairs.

And then there were thirty seven...