This is my first attempt at "Blogging". I don't like that word, so I'm pretending that this is my opportunity to write in a diary, like the good old days. It seems rather convoluted to have a FB page, hotmail, sailmail, and now this, so this has to be my short story site, since my emails have become novellas. 'Nuf said!

So, after a couple of days with the aft head not flushing properly (let's just say that it was spitting things back at you rather than flushing?!) Allen removed it and found a wet wipe spinning in the impeller (MORGAN!!!). Just as I finished cleaning up the soupy trail made by the exit of the toilet itself, I see Dulce chewing on something. GAG! She had the nasty wet wipe chewed up like so many pieces of gum. DISGUSTING! I have mopped vomit and wiped butts and scooped poop, but this was revolting enough to make me wanna puke! you too? Well, let's change the subject.

On a normal note, Morgan's front teeth are so loose that we are waiting any day now for them to fall out like Little Bunny's Loose Tooth did. We watched some kid on YouTube have his tooth yanked out by a rocket, so we suggested he tie his tooth to a string attached to the dinghy, Hiney Hiney, and we'll take off full throttle. He is learning to write book reports. Wyatt is working ferverently every day on writing his ABC's and making the phonetic sounds. We had a friend onboard for a couple days last week and homeschooling was taken to a whole new level w/ 3 boys! It didn't help that the refrigeration was fritzing out either and the refrigeration man was swearing during school, 2 feet away from us. Needless to say, we won't recommend him (ALLEN!!!).

so there you have it, I kept it short, albeit not sweet! Love from Love Song!