whenever you guys

don't blog for a long stretch, I start to worry that something bad has happened: Scott and Audra had a big blow-out and Scott's taken the kids and moved out, or a semi side-swiped Ed's school bus and Ed and Carolyn are in the hospital . I get the urge to call. Then when you finally blog I find out that The Creechers had a hockey touney or there was chair railing to varnish at the new house.

...and I feel dumb and pitiful.