Grandpa fixed the car, without me even asking, and he gave it a jump today, when the battery somehow died. So of course, my MASSIVE GUILT GENE kicks in. Sigh. Honestly, I do appreciate it, and if living here has taught me one thing, it's just how much I care what other people think. I knew it before, of course, but this is really driving the freaking point home. And not just home. It's walking the point to the door and hanging around waiting for a good night kiss. I want to stay in the basement all day, even though I love the sunshine.
Anyhow, we're looking at some houses tomorrow, and while the school district of one place will actually be closing (I wasn't even sure I heard the agent right when he said that), there is a Montessori school, and another school district close by. Either way, the crime rate is way lower than Pontiac, which was our only other option.
This will work out, I know it will. If only because I know, on some level, that everything in my life has worked out.
Some days, I really feel like The Little Engine That Could.
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
RANDOM ENTRY
all words � ME, 2005.