The first week of the new school year draws to a close. The twins began kindergarten, each in their own class, and of course are most excited by the opportunity to ride the bus. Elvis started fourth grade. In case you are wondering if I am wistful at sending the youngest off to school, I say "No wist here." I'm ready. And if you really feel tempted to ask me what I am going to do "with all that time," you can bite me.
In the meantime, in a Rabbitch-like development, we have two broken toilets and an oven that won't stop beeping. It's all Mel's fault: clearly putting Black Bunny Yarn next to Rabbitch's is like the combination of matter and anti-matter on old Star Trek episodes.