An Apology

I spent a fair amount of time writing out a post about living with Brother Brown last night. And then I read it. And read it again. After talking with Mat, we both came to the realization that living with Brother Brown won't be funny for a few more years--possibly twenty or more. My best line was something like "Brother Brown breathes like Darth Vader having hysterics." Which is completely true! So we'll leave it at a necessary, though frustrating, five months of our life that is best not mentioned.

The same can be said of managing apartments. The eighteen months we spent there were spent in battling the owner's unreasonable expectations, evicting people, collecting late rent, and getting to know the maintenance guys better than the residents. We felt isolated from the rest of the ward and rather lonely. But it was what we needed at the time while we worked on getting Mat into school. So there you go. Many thanks go to Anna, our friend who talked the manager of our current apartments into letting us in. We miss you! Lucky woman lives in a house now.

So I'll leave you with a picture of Annika's latest escapade involving a dry erase marker and my favorite quote: