We Band of Butlers

we few, we happy few

Back in Houston

Well, we are officially no longer Ike Refugees!  No more free donuts…dang…

I’m not posting any pictures of the damage.  Because there wasn’t any.  95 mile an hour winds at my apartment and the two rotten old pine trees are still standing in the yard.  Morbidly disappointing.  Daddy said he saw a billboard that had been thrown through the roof of a building in the Woodlands.  I was asleep.  😉

We had a fun experience last night. And by fun I mean I might have accidentely thrown something through our wall.  Our baby monitor stopped working.  Only you didn’t know it stopped working.  It didn’t tell you until two in the morning when it suddenly rang out like the apocolypse was starting in our outlet.  I could not get the thing to stop screaching for the life of me.  I ended up having to sleep on the couch so I would be able to hear Monkey if she cried.  Too bad we can’t afford another monitor.  Maybe we’ll use our walkie talkies.

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