Last night sucked. We took some stuff over to the house, and planned to clean the carpets with a rug shampoo and steam cleaner that David's parents loaned us. We got there, and quickly realized that during the gas leak inspection/repair, nobody turned the gas back on.. thank goodness the former owner was there (cleaning out the garage) to show David how to do it. (That guy seems pretty cool- there is solid oak trim around just about the entire house.. oak stair railings, etc.. and he put all that in himself. He said there was more wood where that came from, and for David to let him know if he wanted any).

We tried to keep the kids contained to a back room of the downstairs (David's office), with some movies while we (ok, David) cleaned the carpets. I had spent my own time cleaning the bathrooms and stuff (woo hoo!!). We didn't get home til 10 pm.. hours after the kiddies' bedtime. And I think David and I were pretty wiped, too.

Something funny.. we've gotten our first local paper delivered (you know how some towns have their own little "gazettes" or whatever). I was looking in the crime log, and came across this little hilarious bit: "A resident reported someone wrote on his concrete driveway and wrapped his 1996 Honda Civic parked there in plastic wrap".