Okay, it is technically Saturday morning, but only by thirty something minutes. Yes, I am in the hotel lobby, in Bellingham. This will probably be the very last time we ever venture this far north. As of tomorrow The Hurricane will be a Seattle resident, and Bellingham will be in our past.
Turn the page, on to the next chapter in this life journey. She still needs to find a paying job, but having a place to live, and an internship that she loves, is quite the accomplishment.
Thank you J.D. for monitoring the house, mail, and paper while we are away; and big huge thank yous to Empress for allowing Scooter to stay over.
scooter says: hrmm hmmmmm meh whimper whine wimper hrm mrehmm……. sence you have been gone!
By: empress on June 27, 2009
at 4:25 pm
Funny thing… I was at your house picking up the paper and mail at the same time you were posting that.
I got a little distracted during the day…
Oh, and I *LOCKED THE FRONT DOOR FOR YOU.*
That seemed like the sort of thing you might want done whilst you are not in the house.
By: The Son on June 27, 2009
at 11:18 pm
Don’t know why they’d forget locking the door…
By: xenatuba on June 28, 2009
at 2:31 am
The unlocked door, while leaving for DAYS, reminds me of the time there were five sets of shoes by my garage door one evening! Not a single Olsen family member remembered they were barefoot when they left for home that evening. hahahahha.
Emma, I am very sorry to hear about Harley, he had the best last year of his life, you have earned your wings!
By: Teresa on July 7, 2009
at 1:25 am