My two cents...

Actually, there is no "two cents" here, as the lowest denomination of coin is 10 cents. My ten cents? twenty? Oh well. I was going to write that if you are waiting impatiently for news, it is because we are waiting impatiently (at least me. Manford is more patient) for Kitchen. Then I see that Manford had posted yesterday, so you know we are still making gradual, very gradual progress toward moving in. We did sleep in the house on Saturday night, so Joseph could sleep in it before he left for camp. But there was no hot water (the new water heater is in, but we didn't realize that the plumber who installed it would not actually hook it up to heat water--that's the electrician's job, and he won't come until after this and that...) and no refrigerator (well, we have that, too, but it's in the living room, and taped shut). There is TV and Joseph set up his video games, so the children are happy.

Manford did not describe the even more surprising commercial for the same product...an older couple arrives at what we presume is his son and daughter-in-law's home; he goes in the bathroom and finds this cologne, which he spritzes on. He walks back to the main room, where his daughter-in-law (or son's girlfriend, or whatever) suddenly begins saying "boom-chicka-wow-wow" and dancing, and his clothes disappear, leaving him in his underwear. He says, in a perhaps Italian accent, "God bless America."

Figure that out.

I hope the next update will be from the new house...
Carrie