Trailer Life

Hey guys. Greetings from what my mom calls the "Hatch Hotel." But I can tell you, first hand, after living in it for 10 days, hotel it is not. We sold our house the week after the fourth of July and were kindly asked to be out in 2 weeks. We packed everything into a storage shed and pulled kev's parent's trailer over here to mom's. Dad was kind enough to re-wire something outside so we could hook up the a/c and mom gave us our own key to the salon so we can use the potty in the night. My favorite memory so far is piggy-backing a dead asleep Chloe to the bathroom in the middle of the night (in my garments no less) and having the motion sensing flood lights kick on. We've also solved the bathing issue by making it to Cherry Hill at least 3 times a week and taking full advantage of the luke warm, timed showers. Feel free to start humming the little banjo tune from "Deliverance" at any time. We do. It's fun. Seriously though, it really is working out just fine. I'm disgusted however that I am existing just fine without one thing in that darn 12 x 45 ft storage shed. I'd like to go over and accidentally leave it unlocked. I'm angry that we own that much stuff. Anyway I'm excited to be able to steal Lydi's laptop and read everybody's stories. Remember when I used to have the internet and I used to be a part of everyone's lives? Me too. Good times. Ok, love you guys. Say your prayers that mom and dad don't suddenly come to their senses and we have to pull this down and park it next to the river. Oh wait, that's a van. Anyway, talk to you later - Leash