soup is not a meal...

In this entry I will leave out all the negative stuff, as I am in a fussy mood today.

We are coming home on Thursday.

The streets here are paved with cheese.

Our kids are awesome.

It was not my day today, but that is neither here nor there as we are coming home early. I called and changed our flights on the suggestion of our contact here. She said we would be able to finish up on Wednesday, so we are happy to be coming home earlier, even if it is just a couple days.

I like my oatmeal lumpy.

Don't play with electricity.

To all those who know me well enough that you can see my bad mood on my face from a mile away: the bad mood is on my face.

Tomorrow morning we hit the embassy for a few hours of fun. I hope that all goes well and quickly, as there is the outside chance that it could only take an hour. We are preparing for 3-4 hours, though, as it could be a long wait. We'll see. This will basically be the last big thing for us here, as we will only have to pick up the visas on Wednesday. Fun stuff. We should have the afternoon off tomorrow, though, which will be nice. The boys can actually get their naps, as they have missed them the last two days. I feel like I missed mine today. Anyhow, the count is now three days to home. Pakak, get ready for three kids!

Anyhow, I hope all is well. I will try to log more tomorrow.

...soup is not a meal...Kenny Banya