ten billion butterfly sneezes

My little bride’s last day at her current gig is September 19.

We are getting into serious logistics planning and budgeting. I’m one to stew and fret over every little niggling detail; I wind up settling for Mixed up and Splendid operations.

This old blog’s tagline is Whistle through your teeth and spit. Another line from that song is

We will get by, we will survive.

Damn straight.

-k-