How do I love my neighborhood, let me count the ways. First I’m misrable sick earlier this week and I hear racking. It’s my wonderful neighbor Eric, Tracy’s husband raking my yard, sa-weet! Then this morning I hear kids running around screaming and I look outside and see this:


and it’s viola, clean street! File under: I love my neighborhood.

What I’ve been up to is being sick. I woke up two days ago with a little nagging cough, then yesterday I lost my voice. This morning it was worse. I had to cancel hanging out with Michele and getting to see my favorite little baby, so as not to spread this thing. Luckily she took pity on me and brought me over soup, orange juice, kleenex, throat lozenges, cough medicine, and the coolest thing ever: bubble gum cold-eeze. I swore I brought my card reader so I could down load pictures, but I guess I forgot it. I spend this last weekend with Bj up at his parents so we could go over the guest list. Um, it’s hard to make the list, much harder than I thought it would be. Easier was picking out our china, you can look up our registry on Macy’s under Amber Pence, what do you think?