By sunday afternoon, I had finally located the source of the foul smell in the refrigerator. It had been eluding us for days.

I didn’t know bacon could smell like that.

Anyway, I enjoyed my time with the parents. They stayed for the weekend to check out the new house. We were going to go to the county fair, but then again, we didn’t.

I was exhausted. The week included a marathon inventory trip for work, and I just had no energy. Mom didn’t either, since she had been working like a demon on her student-teacher meetings for next week.

That was fine. I made them good dinner, and Chris was an excellent host.

It was nice to be a hostess for the first time, in my new house. It is feeling like a home, really, finally