Moving. Truck. Sink. Hole.
And in the life imitates low art dept...
Martha, the boys and I jumped on the train into the city to meet up with truck at Em and Ed's. Clutching our "all you can ride for $5" tickets, I joked to them that if we didn't take the train home, would someone please remind me to pick up the van at the train station. Hours of toting, team building, dining and camaraderie later, I looked out the window while getting into bed and wondered why the van wasn't in the driveway.
This was one time I was glad Martha and her entourage were loitering on the front porch.





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