When I changed the name of my blog, Mr. French thought I was exaggerating. I didn’t know it at the time, but he told me that later, when the threat of moving had raised it’s ugly head, again.
And then he apologized and said I was amazing for what I put up with. (Yes, honey, you said it. Or something equally complementary. Although I was pregnant at the time….)
(No, you definitely said it.)
I don’t even need to tell you how we spent last month, right?
But the question is, where did we move?
I mean, with 50 states to choose from, it’s probably going to be hard to guess.
I’ll give you a hint. We did not fly over the Pacific in our mini-van and rented U-haul trailer.
So you can cross Hawaii right off the list. And you can cross Ohio off too.
I just don’t know how in the world you’re going to figure this out.
*You know I’m kidding, right? I mean the part about “the fun of it”. I never kid about moving.