And so it begins . . .

As we returned from North Carolina last Sunday evening, the real New Year began for us. This is how it went:

Sunday night, stomach viruses.

Monday, lying around sick.

Tuesday, the washing machine broke.

Wednesday, Great Grandma apologized for not introducing me to Great Grandpa.

Thursday, I don't remember anymore.

Friday, got new washing machine and Great Grandma freaked out and wanted to kill herself.

Today, the new washing machine nearly took flight (it is the loudest machine!) and Great Grandma told me she and Great Grandpa decided not to get married. 

To clarify, Great Grandma has officially lost her mind, the rest of us are desperately trying to keep ours', and the washing machine is going back.