Well, we are back in our place.  Not happy about the look but that is supposed to change soon.  If it doesn't then my rent goes into escarole.  Sam passed his kidney stone just in time to catch a horrible cold.  It sucks to get old.  You go from one thing to another.  Going to Anchorage again to get this flap in my throat cut out.  Hope it's not a repeat of when I got my tonsils out.  That was embarrassing.  Send me pictures, if you have them, of Cindy and Steve's  Ocktoberfest.  Once we get the place put back together, and if you kept pictures of how it used to look, you can compare and tell me how fucked up it is.

Well, my blog has become a venting sight since no one reads it but me and I am the only one who comments on it.  We are still not back in our place, I have an attorney who is working on it and I hope I don't have to spend Thanksgiving here. AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH.