In light of yesterday’s post, certain people married to me have suggested that I am like a rock star that disses their fans. I read back through about a hundred times, and I can see where maybe you could have thought that, if you are particularly sensitive like a little weenie baby. Tomorrow, I will issue a retraction to that statement.
No, but seriously. You gotta hear my heart. I’m just in a God-place in my life, and under tons of grace to not be homesick for the people I love so much, and the great nation of Texas. So there you go.
In other news, Hannah is doing vocal exercises in her room. Oh, wait, now she’s in here. Awesome. They are in the process of recording her EP downstairs, which is harder than it sounds with all the crazy children running around and smashing their heads into table corners and collapsing and screaming down AC vents.
In other, other news, I bought a spaghetti squash and I am off to Google something cool for me to do with it. Not like origami or something, I just mean a cool recipe. If that doesn’t work out, then maybe origami.