Salvation Amy

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner. 

Still on the FEMA payroll, my friends.

10 year old is home alone today, having an exile day from school.  Just called to check in.  Here’s how the conversation went?

"Everything going okay?"

"Yep, but I have a little problem"

"What’s up?"

"Well, Mom, when I answered the phone, I knocked it off the wall and now I don’t know what to do with it."

"Oh, okay.  You just hook it back up."

"Okay, Mom?  I’ve gotta go.  Are you just calling to make sure I didn’t burn down the house? Cause I didn’t.  Okay. Bye"

"Bye."

Back in May I tried to redesign the site and got in way over my head.  I have heard, more than once, that it got confusing to read.  It got even more confusing to write. 

So I’m dumping the old, crappy attempt at fancitude, and I’m going to put it all back together into one page.

Since I’m now upgraded to a fancy schmancy typepad account, I do have an idea or two about how I’m going to use the extry space.

More to come soon.