“We’re coming,” she said. “Can you be ready for us?”

Absolutely. It only took 18 hours of spring cleaning that I never did back in the spring, but I got good and ready. They arrived on Tuesday at 5 a.m., with an extra three people I was thrilled to see–my sister, her baby, and dear dear Chelsie.

We’re full to the brim in this house, I’m out of milk, and I don’t know when I’ve been happier. {As a side note: anybody who as physically met me before and reads this blog is 100% welcome to come visit me and Poor Kyle in Canada–we’re all friends here. Any time, any day. We’re very accommodating. I cherish company.}

So please, blog, don’t feel abandoned. I mean, when it comes right down to it, would you rather spend your days thinking of clever things to post on the internet, or do this: (see below) until the wee hours of the morning?

[Starring my dad as lead singer. I’ve never heard him rock like he rocked that day.]

I will return to regularly scheduled posting when I get around to it. Sometime this week. Or next.