The drive to arizona was traumatic. Call me a wimp, I don't care! I chalk it up to an overly imaginative mind. And that is not a bad thing. Granted, elias and boot will probably never step foot in a car with me again... But that is just fine. We drove through a rainstorm so intense I couldn't even see 3 feet in front of the car. One of those storms where you picture the car in front of you getting gobbled up by the sky. Important thing is that we made it.
We survived.

I started out my week here the right way. Morning yoga class with my dad. Followed by some good old manual labor. Sanding. Priming. Painting. Tomorrow I trade in the paint brush for stilettos and makeup, friday right back to work. Strange how prideful one can feel after hard physical work. Tonight, bunking with the sister in the Jonas brother inspired room.

Tomorrow....another storm.