Dear Alabama,
Don't think I've neglected you. These past few weeks have been a challenge. First, I started work. Then the Minnesota cousins came. Then, Dad almost died from food poisoning (almost=not really, but I'm being dramatic) and was unable to tackle your 6ft weeds on his day off.
But, don't fret little home. Saturday is the end of our sabbatical, and with Sunday's sun comes a new cleanliness and order you've never experienced since we've rented your tiny floorplan. And yes, we'll deal with the litter strewn about the house. We're grossed out too.
<3
Mama
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