A lot of rain.
A car that decides to take matters unto itself and make a difficult decision, easier.
A lot more rain.
Some crazy yellow shirts, in the rain.
A finicky loft.
A faulty futon.
Really lame attempt at self-importance.
A professor that cannot read his own type-written speech.
Proof that Iowans do not know how to make a proper bratwurst.
Lots of drama.
No rain. Yay!
Low air pressure.
Return of the rain.
It all adds up to a really long day, and an interesting story that I hope to do some justice to... later. (I am one tired daddy!) Nonetheless, we are now one 18 year old light of a full house.
Best of luck Andy, we know that you will do great. All our love and support!