underwhelming...

So the conference wasn't as bad as I expected...it was worse. Unfortunately, everything I expected to happen, happened and then went down hill. Oh, and it wasn't in St. Louis; it was in Town and Country, MO. (Makes me want to go car-shopping.) I do have to admit, however, that I had a great time with the people who were with me. We managed to cut-up without causing problems (or at least getting caught), with the exception of pain in our ribs from continuous laughing. I don't think I've ever been so very glad or in so much of a hurry to get home.
I did find the home of Mark Twain in Hannibal, Missouri and hope Matt and I can go back and play in the Cave where Injun Joe was trapped. Who knew the Midwest could be so much fun? First, the Field of Dreams now Tom Sawyer's cave.
Our next step is to find a home. We've been looking for what feels like forever, which, in all actuality, is only 3 months and still haven't found the right one yet. We saw one on Sunday we really liked, except the master bath was tiny and the kitchen was a little small. Tonight we saw one that was gi-normous, but in a realistic way. I could imagine having lots of parties with friends and family. Matt wasn't as enthusiastic about it, but liked it "okay," which means it was mediocre for him. And the search continues for home, sweet home...