We're Partying Like It's 1899

No phone, no internet. One of many construction crews around our house accidentally damaged some kind of communication thingy that connected me to the outside world. And it's going to take A WHILE to fix it, or so I was told. Gotta love the German working hours. We're all alive and well, MOM. If you need to get a hold of us, try Wil's cell phone, which doesn't always work, because, you know, it operates on German time as well. And if you really NEED to get a hold of us, try snail mail. It might reach us before the line gets repaired. There are times that I miss the States, then there's time like this that I MISSSSS the States.