"Mom, I need to get up and get another drink of water, my throat is reeeeeeeeeally dry," says Miss Jessa. "Jessa, you've had enough water and it's time to go to sleep," Mom replys. "That's ok Mom. I'll just drink my own spit." Fade to black...

I think Jessa might be fed up with this life of limbo that we are living - temporarily while we await the completion of our new house. This morning she told, "Mom, maybe we should just live in a pineapple under the sea."