"The Muffled Cries For Help From a Daddy of Four Beautiful Little Girls"

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Please Join Me In A Celebratory Dance Involving Maracas

You will be happy to know that i finally get to change my clothes later today. I've been wearing these same shorts (day and night) since i got up on Wednesday.

Word has come that my bag--missing since Wednesday--has arrived and is waiting for me back in the US. Fortunately, we are going to the airport to pick up 100 more people to bring them back to build houses, so I'll have my toiletries and clothes in about an hour.

I can give Cindy back her underwear now!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I Sure Hope Everyone Likes What I'm Wearing Today

Because that's what i'll be wearing for the next week or so since my luggage is in the Bermuda Triangle or sumpin'.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Thank You For All Your Letters and Cards and Floral Arrangements

I know you've all been worried about my health, what with me not posting in almost a gazillion days.

But just so you know, the tests came back...and I'm not pregnant.

No, seriously, nothing's been up at all. I cant even say I've been any more busy than normal. My lack of posting can only be attributed to my laziness. As can the pile of clothes by the bed, the mess in the garage and my poorly-groomed goatee.

Right now I'm finding time and energy to write because i've got time to kill sitting in the airport since ALL SIX OF US MISSED OUR FLIGHT for our mission trip.

They changed the flight schedule without first asking us how that worked for us. Then they went and put long-term parking in the next county, set the security conveyor belt to .00000003 miles per hour and have the security shift change right as we're going through.

Save your pity and accusations, because lo and behold, they've put us on another flight which gets there EARLIER!

Later tonight, i'll pull up some old posts from last year so you can imagine what we're doing right now.

Thank you for your prayers for our safe travel. Add to them prayers for unseasonably cold temperatures that will agree with our fair-skinned family members.

You may hear from me again in a few hours when we layover in Vegas. Listen carefully for the sound of our children pulling on slot machine arms.