We're having the summer of planes, trains and automobiles. We've been from one coast to the other, south to Florida and north to Chicago. We're tired.
And there's still that small matter of packing and moving. Oh, and finding a new house, too. Trying. Not. To. Panic. (insert sounds of hyperventilating here).
I'll be in the armoire with the m&ms if anybody needs me.
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