You know you're in Greenville when...

...you are at the Boshart house and the only way to communicate with the outside world is if someone calls in to the house phone. You have have to run to cordless phone base, press the speakerphone button and talk like you are on an intercom system. They'd use the cordless phones but who knows where they are and if the batteries work.

The cell phones don't get reception unless you press your face next to the back window.

Internet? Let's me just say I'm up at my dad's office right this second using his computer. I had a video I was going to upload and there wasn't any point in even trying at Mom and Dad's. The video is one of me swinging a sledgehammer at my father-in-laws old house (here in Greenville.) Mike's dad is down south for a couple of weeks --unless he can convince Mema to move down here permanently-- to make repairs on the house he owns here. I was over helping him paint and mud and tear up the pantry.

The boys are running around my dad's office. Fussing. Gosh. I need to take them back to nap.

Wait. Dad just called. He wants to take them to play at Chick-fil-a.

Awesome.

Thanks Dad.

Now maybe I can think....

Right, so I'm in Greenville. If any of you Greenville people want to come help an Air Force Wife out you can babysit my kids on Friday so I can go shopping with Caroline in Dallas. Just let me know. Call Mom and Dad's house. We'll answer on the intercom thingy.