We are those neighbors

Drumroll please: we have internet at our home now!!!!!

Oh how we missed surfing the web from the comfort of our pajamas. Gone are the days of driving to get to the outside world of YouTube and Facebook. We lovingly call our new hobby "getting on the interweb" as it shows how long it took us to have a 21st century home. The biggest bonus to it all is that Robbie says he is going to try to post things himself (instead of his secretary: a.k.a me). He has quite the perspective on life that is rather amazing.

I also must apologize to our neighbors. We are totally those neighbors who haven't cut their grass yet this year. Fortunately our front yard isn't quite atrocious, but it's getting there. Our back yard is a jungle! I am not at all embellishing when I say that our grass is a foot long in some spots. Our poor dog has grass up to her chest.

It's not that we don't want to cut our grass. It's been a vicious cycle of lots of rain and very little sunshine to dry out the grass. And of course--the longer the grass grows, the longer it takes to dry out. I think we're just gonna have to attack it with one of those grim reaper blades.

So to all of our elderly neighbors who probably shake their heads and raise their fists at us, we're sorry.