Woo-hoo! Now I really have a reason to celebrate!

As of the early hours of this past morning, the infamous pothole from hell has been paved. There is a lovely blacktopped, slightly domed patch where a partially filled hole used to be. Let's see - how long did it take for this miracle to occur? - approximately 113 days. I could kvetch about the fact that it is not even scored like all the other patches on our gray brick road are to "blend in" with all the bricks. I could become seriously farklempt over the fact that a narrow trench down the street was repaired with gray bricks while the PFH had asphalt unceremoniously poured into its depths. Hey, I'm just glad it's gone.

For those of you NOLA bloggers out there who were told to look for us by the PFH when we weren't watching the parades, just look for a big black spot in half the road instead. Our house and the toilets and beer within are still nearby.

And, to the fellow who clumsily skywrote a big ol' TRUST JESUS in the blue yonder this afternoon, I say give us a break. We've been trying looking to someone who is not there for leadership in this town and it just hasn't worked....