No Title, Just Talk

I am compelled to write. Alas! I have writer's block. I've had it for several months now. Once upon a time, I was a pretty good writer. I want to tell you about the mysteries of our gypsy life, the wonderment of climates here and there, how music feeds the soul, the magnificence of the hair on my legs (I haven't shaved for months)...sigh...but I just find my words dry and informative.

Today is Divina's birthday party, finally. We cancelled it last week due to her spewing muscus and hacking germs at unpredicatable intervales. She's much better, as are we. Mark is taking antibiotics the size of his head and I just heal myself with magic.

Have I told you how much we LOVE our new house? We DO. This is the nicest place we've ever lived and it's just right for us. Divina met the little girl across the street. She's five but the family might move to Indy by the end of summer. Drat.

Mark has started mooning Divina. Seriously. He drops his drawers and wiggles his butt to entertain her. She thinks its SO funny. This another one of those things where he does it and then she says, because she's heard it so many times, "don't teach her that!"