A much shorter drive

Good, good, good news! Real estate lawyer agreed to meet me in his Easley office instead of his Seneca office for the house closing. This cuts about 45 minutes off my driving time Monday night, which means I can leave Drew with my friend Krissie (thanks K!) and be back in time to get him in bed at a decent hour.
Unfortunately for him, the lawyer has to drive half an hour from his Seneca office to meet me at 6:30 p.m. in Easley, and then he has to drive back to Seneca to meet the buyer, at 7:30. And that, kids, is why you should not go to law school.
Well, OK, there are numerous other reasons why you shouldn't go to law school, but that's a whole other post for another time.
So, Wachovia...get your act together. People are re-arranging their lives because of your ineptitude.
For those who don't already know, my husband has gone and created himself a new blog. You can find it here. My favorite line of it so far: "Explosives are fun!"
Yes, folks, this is the father of my boy-child.
Go click on the link and watch him blow some stuff up. Mmm...I do love me a man in uniform. I mean, you know, but only my husband. Not just random people in uniform.