The big news for Memorial Weekend is not that I ate birthday cake for breakfast AND lunch three days in a row without collapsing from a sugar overdose. Though that is impressive if I do say so myself.
Appropriately we used the long weekend to move into the Memorial House… Or rather, the memorial house garage. The not-entirely-finished memorial house garage.
As you can see below, the previously simple tasks of making popcorn and doing dishes have become slightly less convenient.
None of that compares, however, to the pain of not having Internet for SEVENTY-TWO more hours. What is this, the dark ages?
Until then you’ll have to be satisfied with typos and pics at the end of posts, courtesy of the iPhone.