Sherds from a jar of clay

I am posting this from the kitchen, that may not seem huge to you but it is for me. You see my dad sent Christmas early in the form of a really nice laptop. So now I am wired with out running to the 3rd floor of the house and praying that the kids won't start World War III while I am gone. Thanks dad for bringing the world to our school room, helping me keep in touch more easily and making it possible for Paul to blog at the Kitchen table while I do dishes and talk to him. (now if only I can get him to do the dishes while I blog, Hummm).