The bugs...oh, the bugs!

Well folks, we're officially in Jacksonville, NC. Bob arrived at the house around 6pm yesterday (I think...it's all a bit hazy), while Mom, John, Cooper and I arrived shortly before 9pm. It was a looooong day with way too much fast food, but Cooper was an absolute angel and only had a small meltdown once we got to the house. And that was probably because he was hungry and quite tired of being in the car. As we all were.

The house Bob chose for us is just about perfect and is wonderfully larger than our MD townhouse. It's nice to be back in a single family home with a yard and some trees, and we're located at a very quiet end of the street. The movers showed up with our stuff this morning and now I'm sitting here surrounded by many, many boxes wondering why I'm on the computer and not in bed!

Anyway, we'll be in touch via email soon, but I did want to let anyone who's still reading know that we're not going to have a land-line phone number until sometime next week. So far we're not too impressed with Time Warner's customer service (long story), but at least we now have cable/internet and we just have to wait until the 9th to get our phone hooked up. Thank God for cell phones, eh?

Have I mentioned that I'd completely forgotten about the bugs here in NC? Yeah, well, I had. Oh. My. God. The bugs. They're awful. I was trying to kick a particularly large, and alive, one out of our garage this morning when the movers started unpacking the truck. I was having good success with kicking it a few feet each time, and had just about gotten it out into the yard. By the way, I would like points for not just outright killing it (my love for animals does not extend to insects), but the darn thing was so large it would have left a mark on my flips and I didn't feel like cleaning up bug guts this morning. So I'd just about gotten it outside, wound up for and delivered one last kick, but I didn't see it land. Humph. Where was it? Can you guess? Yeah, on my foot. ON MY FOOT! It was a classic sitcom blonde moment where I started shrieking, immediately kicked my flip into the yard and hopped around trying to get it off my foot. Fortunately Bob was running errands, Mom and John were inside with Cooper and the movers were in the truck...so while yes, I have to admit it was a funny moment, I'm sorta glad no one witnessed my spastic get-the-enormous-bug-off-me-now dance. :-)

I do not like bugs.