I'm a Texan!

I made it to Texas! After four days of hilarious driving in the red grain delivery truck, we finally arrived at our destination (this after Judy karate kicking the toilet flushers at every rest stop in between here and Nevada. She said, "Hey Erin, did you karate kick the toilet? I did. Those things are dirty, you know.). I took on my usual role of navigator and did a fabulous job except outside of Laughlin, Nevada, where I instructed dad to take the wrong tour and we somehow ended up in Needles, California instead of Kingman, Arizona. SMALL mistake. I also made dad drive right through the construction filled lanes of San Antonio on a Saturday night, leading to a near melt down by both mom and dad. That night, we also ate at a fish joint where we were the only white people there. This is something new for the crackers from Northern Nevada, where a black person is about as rare as a white girl in Japan.

Anyway, I've spent the last few days spending money on things that I think the apartment needs but that Nick seems to need to complain about. It's kind of fun being little Molly Homemaker. I did, however, have a really bad day when mom and dad left I broke down crying so hard that Nick had to take the afternoon off to console me. I'm a wimp.

The good news is that the apartment is actually coming together. I'm enjoying my first house with central air, a garbage disposal, a dishwasher, and a working washer and dryer in five and a half years.