So, Vern unpacked our kitchen knives today. It was rather uneventful, as I'm sure most of you imagined it to be well before I did.
I was actually going to unpack the knives myself anyway. And then I was going to post on here, Look... I unpacked the knives! I'm independent and capable and I don't need anybody to take care of me. And Vern wins! See... Vern wins! I don't always have to win! (this is in reference to a comment left by an anonymous poster, possibly my mother, in my previous post about the knives. It kind of ticked me off, that comment did).
Still more news: Vernon has an important meeting tomorrow (which I am also required to attend) about some chiropractic business stuff.
Which means that we have deadline in choosing where he is going to practice.
Wish us luck.