I'm doing lovely, and if you like you can answer my question up there. A couple of things are happening down here, I had the joy of turning 18 years old last month on the 10th and am now the first child in our household who can officially vote, with my parent's permission of course;) Paige and I finally went and took the written exam to get our driving permits. Our father has already had experiences driving with each of us, in which he's usually telling Paige to "Stay in your lane!'' and myself to "Stay away from the curb!" but really my father is a good driving teacher, and I am thankful to have him as mine (especially since he's very good at reaching across the car to grab the wheel when I veer towards a pretty brick mailbox on my right;) . Paige and I are also house-sitting for some dear friends of ours who are on a 16 day excursion to Alaska. Oh, to be there with them, the air is so thick here you could spoon it up and serve it for dinner, pre-cooked! The house we are watching includes a dog on it's list of responsibilities . But not just any dog, this dog is the great and mighty Aslan. Who just happens to be about a foot tall, and looks like a fox crossed with a lion that was hit with a shrink ray. It is actually a very pleasing affect, and he is one of the best dogs I have ever known (by the way, I believe he's really a Pomeranian but I love dramatic descriptions) . Well, it is getting late so I must say farewell.
May the Lord bless and keep you,