I really am going to start taking notes about life because lots of amusing and funny things have happened in the last week and I can't remember any of them! Such a bummer! But here are a few I was able to recall...
Last Saturday the annual Mardi gras parade was held in our city and then after church on Sunday, we were watching TV and were incredibly fortunate to find the last thirty minutes of the parade with local commentary. IT. WAS. GOLD. They said things like wonderful and spic and span tons of times, but the most spectacular comment came when a parade organizer was asked for the estimated crowd size. She said, "Oh I have no idea, but I'd guess about 100,000. You know the parade is so long that the people who are at the beginning of the parade can make it to this side of the river before it ends." Which prompted Emma to yell at the TV, "Marlene you can't count those people twice!" And then Emma said, "There were 200 people at church this morning because I counted four times." And I just laughed all over again because it's still funny.
On Sunday Owen came home from work and went to his room to change and then came and sat in the den with John and me. As we were sitting there the room began to fill with odor and I quickly determined Owen's feet smelled so bad it made me hold my nose. Then it drifted to John's nose and then Caitlin walked through and said "what's that terrible smell." It was the funk smelled round the den. Clearly Owen thought it all humorous as well as a sense of accomplishment that he'd made his mark. Albeit a terribly smelly one. Boys and their gross outs....I'll never understand it.
On Monday Olivia and I were coming home from her school and when we were nearing the traffic circle near our house we noticed a person stopped, waiting for anyone within five miles to come and drive through it before he moved on. His action prompted Olivia to call the person an idiot and then say, "I equally love and hate this thing. If you want to see how stupid someone is, just bring them to this traffic circle and see how they use it and you'll find out."
For the past few days I've been working on uploading my Christmas pictures and I found a HUGE problem. What had happened was....I got a new camera for Christmas, and in my zeal to use it, I forgot to program the date and time and yada yada yada. Well, when I transferred the pics to my computer they were numbered, but ALL out of order. For some reason they began with 15 and then jumped to 42 and then 25 and so on and so on. MY WORST NIGHTMARE. We all know I DON'T put pictures on my blog out of order. SO, I decided to literally upload 100 plus pictures to my blog by picking each one numerically. MY SECOND WORST NIGHTMARE. It was taking so long that I came up with a new idea. I decided I'd upload all of them and then put them in order by the numbering system the blog has. Because I can look at the code of the picture, I can see the number and then put them in order. SO, I uploaded them, and when I went to start placing them in numerical order, they already were. Ummm....what? Yes, that's correct. The blog was smart enough to put the pictures in numerical order. How many hours did I waste doing it the long way? One billion. Or about 4. It's not easy being so dumb. It's actually quite exhausting. SO, while I have lots of Christmas pictures uploaded, it's gonna take time to cull a bunch. Because lets face it, most of them are of William doing something cute somewhere on Christmas morning. While other people were there as well.
Also as all people should know the Olympics are on and my family is now an expert on judging all skating events. And while I have no idea the difference between a triple lutz and a triple axel, I know the judges aren't being fair to the skaters I like when they supposedly don't do either correctly. And judges gang up against any American person because they want their own people to win. So not fair. Which leads me to this story. Yesterday I opened my twitter, which I hardly ever open and saw this article by 'The Onion' which was reporting that the Italian figure skater had broken through the ice during her short program and people were frantically trying to save her before she succumbed to hypothermia. And I was all like, WHA?!?!?!?!? How could this happen? Is the rink actually on top of a pond of water? Why would they do that? It would be so dangerous! Is the building built on top of water? And why are they having such a hard time getting her out? This is craziness!! All these thoughts were thought in 5 seconds and then I realized it was all a load of crap and some idiot who probably doesn't know how to use a traffic circle wrote a fake article just to piss me off.
Then tonight Grandma, John and I went to a Scholars banquet honoring Owen and his fellow top 20 students from his high school. The speaker had some good stories but he spoke entirely too long, which prompted me to get my phone out and sneak a few minutes of games and Instagram. Which then reminded me why I didn't do so good in high school due to concentration issues. But by gum by golly I can NAIL a traffic circle every single time I come up against one. And in Olivia's book, that makes me a non idiot.
Even the east German judges, who SUPPOSEDLY don't exist anymore would have to give me the gold for that.
More posts will come. But I'm not gonna lie, I don't know when.
It's 2:09 on a Friday morning, do you know where my pillow is?
Friday, February 21, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
The incident
Lots has happened since I was last here. We had a girls' trip to Dallas, we had an ice storm and our house could have burned down.
Here's the story...
We started the work week on Monday as usual, but in the anticipation of freezing rain and sleet coming on Tuesday, schools closed for the day. When we woke up on Tuesday, we had no rain, sleet or snow, which leads me to the solid conclusion that weathermen are still just guessing. But sometime on Tuesday afternoon sleet finally started falling and by nighttime we had a sheet of ice on everything, which closed schools on Wednesday as well. When I got up Wednesday morning, Owen was already in the kitchen and announced the refrigerator was warm. That's not good. So I checked to see if anything inside was melted, it wasn't, and I declared him goofy. We looked outside, saw a cold, gray, cloudy day ahead, built a fire and settled in for a good case of cabin fever. Not long after, Caitlin went to the refrigerator and declared it warm. That's not good. By then John was up so he looked and said it wasn't running. That's even worse. So as I'm adding up the dollar signs in my head, Caitlin tried to make coffee and discovered the coffee maker wouldn't come on. Then Olivia tried to turn the light on over the sink and it wouldn't come on either. WHEW, big sigh of relief that the frig wasn't dead. Sidebar: for over a year our appliances have slowly been going out and having to be replaced starting with the hot water heater, then the dishwasher, and then the microwave. It's only a matter of time before we need a new refrigerator. But not yet! Anyway, John zeroed in on the breaker box and discovered a breaker was thrown and turned it back on, but still nothing came on. He then decided to go buy a new breaker and replace it, thinking it was bad. So he and Owen braved the quarter inch of ice and headed to Home Depot.
While he was gone, us girls enjoyed Texas shaped and sized waffles....yum. This feat was accomplished by using an extension cord plugged into a den outlet....in case you were wondering. When the boys got back, John changed the breaker switch, but still nothing worked. The problem was quickly becoming outside of John's electrical knowledge and I was thinking where in the heck are we gonna find an electrician on the icy, cold day. But just before all was lost, he looked at an outlet beside the refrigerator and discovered the problem.
It had burned and melted completely through! Once he found the problem, he was able to fix it, but only after another trip to Home Depot. But I can't thank God enough for our house not burning down. I have no idea when it happened or how, I'm just very grateful for it not causing us any harm. Really, really, really grateful.
Just another crisis averted in our household.
I've got lots to write about regarding the girls weekend trip to Dallas, but it's 1:58 and I'm actually tired so I'm off to the soft spot in my bed.
I know it's there.
Thank you Lord for keeping us safe.
Here's the story...
We started the work week on Monday as usual, but in the anticipation of freezing rain and sleet coming on Tuesday, schools closed for the day. When we woke up on Tuesday, we had no rain, sleet or snow, which leads me to the solid conclusion that weathermen are still just guessing. But sometime on Tuesday afternoon sleet finally started falling and by nighttime we had a sheet of ice on everything, which closed schools on Wednesday as well. When I got up Wednesday morning, Owen was already in the kitchen and announced the refrigerator was warm. That's not good. So I checked to see if anything inside was melted, it wasn't, and I declared him goofy. We looked outside, saw a cold, gray, cloudy day ahead, built a fire and settled in for a good case of cabin fever. Not long after, Caitlin went to the refrigerator and declared it warm. That's not good. By then John was up so he looked and said it wasn't running. That's even worse. So as I'm adding up the dollar signs in my head, Caitlin tried to make coffee and discovered the coffee maker wouldn't come on. Then Olivia tried to turn the light on over the sink and it wouldn't come on either. WHEW, big sigh of relief that the frig wasn't dead. Sidebar: for over a year our appliances have slowly been going out and having to be replaced starting with the hot water heater, then the dishwasher, and then the microwave. It's only a matter of time before we need a new refrigerator. But not yet! Anyway, John zeroed in on the breaker box and discovered a breaker was thrown and turned it back on, but still nothing came on. He then decided to go buy a new breaker and replace it, thinking it was bad. So he and Owen braved the quarter inch of ice and headed to Home Depot.
While he was gone, us girls enjoyed Texas shaped and sized waffles....yum. This feat was accomplished by using an extension cord plugged into a den outlet....in case you were wondering. When the boys got back, John changed the breaker switch, but still nothing worked. The problem was quickly becoming outside of John's electrical knowledge and I was thinking where in the heck are we gonna find an electrician on the icy, cold day. But just before all was lost, he looked at an outlet beside the refrigerator and discovered the problem.
Just another crisis averted in our household.
I've got lots to write about regarding the girls weekend trip to Dallas, but it's 1:58 and I'm actually tired so I'm off to the soft spot in my bed.
I know it's there.
Thank you Lord for keeping us safe.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
The super bowl brownie story
Super bowl Sunday at the Herrock house went something like this. Owen had to be at work at 6:00 am. He woke up at 5:45. When I checked my phone before church I had a text from him asking us to bring his jacket. He'd left so fast he'd forgotten to get one and it was cold and raining. John took it to him and then we went to church and then came home and ate lunch. After lunch and before my nap I took Emma to do a drop off at Old Navy and Target in the driving rain. When we got home it was nap time on the couch. During nap time I received 14 texts from my three sisters. I thought I'd died and gone to bell hop heaven due to the incessant dinging of my phone. But I persevered, kept my eyes closed and stayed focused on the task at hand.
While I was sleeping Caitlin made brownies to take to the super bowl party at Jared and Colby's house. I was beginning to wake up when I heard a happening, and once awake I looked and saw the kitchen full of billowing smoke and I could make out the legs of Caitlin fighting to retrieve her homemade brownies from the engulfed oven. It seems the molten brownies spilled over the shallow pan and created a gigantic mess inside causing much trouble. I said as I was wiping the sleep from my eyes, "Turn the oven off and open the doors and windows!" It was raining and freezing outside, but smoke was everywhere. The den quickly filled up with wafting waves drifting by heading towards the hall and the smoke detector, which was only going to add to the chaos. By then I was up and in the kitchen trying to help Caitlin who was saying, "But the brownies only need 5 more minutes." I said, "Well they aren't finishing in this oven!" So she got the brownies out while I got the smoldering oven racks and took them outside. I returned to find Caitlin scrapping the burned batter off the bottom of the oven using a large barbecue spatula, which worked quite well I might add. So she cleaned the oven out as best she could since it was still hot, but as anyone knows the smell is not as easily removed. It was so bad. I think it permeated the furniture and the walls of our home. So. Awful.
After the crisis of the brownies had been handled, my focus turned to the fact that the smoke detector NEVER went off. There was so much smoke it should have been rattling the rafters. Olivia took it off its house, but the battery detector indicated it was working. John wasn't home when all this happened so when he arrived and saw the situation he said very little until I announced the smoke detector didn't go off. Then, he said THE dumbest thing in the history of our marriage. And I quote," Well the combustion particles must not have been high enough to trigger the alarm." If only I'd had no words. But I had SO MANY WORDS. So my rebuttal began. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard you say. That's your go to? Some teacher sounding crap that set off MY combustable particles? Because Buddy I've got combustible particles and they are ALWAYS set at 0! Your entire family is engulfed in smoke and the smoke detector didn't go off and you are defending the smoke detector by saying that!" So freaking annoyed. I then grabbed my purse and quickly left as he was trying to rebut my rebuttal. But he didn't get to.
Once at the Walkers house I was pleasant as a daisy and joined the bunch to listen to the national anthem...bad choice of singers....watch the awful super bowl....it was so bad....and the not so good commercials....really? America the beautiful in foreign languages? NO. The halftime show was excellent. And while there John was finally able to say that since he wasn't home when the incident occurred he didn't know there was so much smoke in the house and yes the smoke detector should have gone off. Whatevs. The damage of his words was done.
As the first half of the game progressed, Dale's singing of "the party's over" for the broncos increased and we finally threw in the towel and all went home. When we arrived, John took the smoke detector and put it directly over a candle and while soot formed on the surface, not one sound came out of it. We then looked at the manufacture date and discovered it was from 1999. Yes that's right, it was 15 years old. So this afternoon I bought a new smoke detector and I'm happy to say we're currently detecting in the present day. And in case you didn't know, the info sheet said smoke detectors last about 10 years. SO, you might want to check and see how old yours is. We've not been detecting for at least 5 years. I can't even talk about it. Even though I just did.
So today the house smelled of barbecue, cinnamon candle, simmering cider candle, burned brownie batter, a little hint of turkey dinner (I don't know) and every now and then a whiff of the red beans that were cooking on the stove. Even tonight the smells are still so weird. It's possible nose hair removal is in the near future.
And that's what crazy looked like yesterday which is now two days ago because I'm posting this on Tuesday even though I started it Monday morning.
It's so exhausting being me.
More another time cause it's 2:25 and I never get to bed before 2:30.
I just hit my stride a little while ago and now I have to shut it down.
But it's 5:00 somewhere.
I don't know.
While I was sleeping Caitlin made brownies to take to the super bowl party at Jared and Colby's house. I was beginning to wake up when I heard a happening, and once awake I looked and saw the kitchen full of billowing smoke and I could make out the legs of Caitlin fighting to retrieve her homemade brownies from the engulfed oven. It seems the molten brownies spilled over the shallow pan and created a gigantic mess inside causing much trouble. I said as I was wiping the sleep from my eyes, "Turn the oven off and open the doors and windows!" It was raining and freezing outside, but smoke was everywhere. The den quickly filled up with wafting waves drifting by heading towards the hall and the smoke detector, which was only going to add to the chaos. By then I was up and in the kitchen trying to help Caitlin who was saying, "But the brownies only need 5 more minutes." I said, "Well they aren't finishing in this oven!" So she got the brownies out while I got the smoldering oven racks and took them outside. I returned to find Caitlin scrapping the burned batter off the bottom of the oven using a large barbecue spatula, which worked quite well I might add. So she cleaned the oven out as best she could since it was still hot, but as anyone knows the smell is not as easily removed. It was so bad. I think it permeated the furniture and the walls of our home. So. Awful.
After the crisis of the brownies had been handled, my focus turned to the fact that the smoke detector NEVER went off. There was so much smoke it should have been rattling the rafters. Olivia took it off its house, but the battery detector indicated it was working. John wasn't home when all this happened so when he arrived and saw the situation he said very little until I announced the smoke detector didn't go off. Then, he said THE dumbest thing in the history of our marriage. And I quote," Well the combustion particles must not have been high enough to trigger the alarm." If only I'd had no words. But I had SO MANY WORDS. So my rebuttal began. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard you say. That's your go to? Some teacher sounding crap that set off MY combustable particles? Because Buddy I've got combustible particles and they are ALWAYS set at 0! Your entire family is engulfed in smoke and the smoke detector didn't go off and you are defending the smoke detector by saying that!" So freaking annoyed. I then grabbed my purse and quickly left as he was trying to rebut my rebuttal. But he didn't get to.
Once at the Walkers house I was pleasant as a daisy and joined the bunch to listen to the national anthem...bad choice of singers....watch the awful super bowl....it was so bad....and the not so good commercials....really? America the beautiful in foreign languages? NO. The halftime show was excellent. And while there John was finally able to say that since he wasn't home when the incident occurred he didn't know there was so much smoke in the house and yes the smoke detector should have gone off. Whatevs. The damage of his words was done.
As the first half of the game progressed, Dale's singing of "the party's over" for the broncos increased and we finally threw in the towel and all went home. When we arrived, John took the smoke detector and put it directly over a candle and while soot formed on the surface, not one sound came out of it. We then looked at the manufacture date and discovered it was from 1999. Yes that's right, it was 15 years old. So this afternoon I bought a new smoke detector and I'm happy to say we're currently detecting in the present day. And in case you didn't know, the info sheet said smoke detectors last about 10 years. SO, you might want to check and see how old yours is. We've not been detecting for at least 5 years. I can't even talk about it. Even though I just did.
So today the house smelled of barbecue, cinnamon candle, simmering cider candle, burned brownie batter, a little hint of turkey dinner (I don't know) and every now and then a whiff of the red beans that were cooking on the stove. Even tonight the smells are still so weird. It's possible nose hair removal is in the near future.
And that's what crazy looked like yesterday which is now two days ago because I'm posting this on Tuesday even though I started it Monday morning.
It's so exhausting being me.
More another time cause it's 2:25 and I never get to bed before 2:30.
I just hit my stride a little while ago and now I have to shut it down.
But it's 5:00 somewhere.
I don't know.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Owen's fishy weekend
The revelation of Owen's weekend home alone evolved over a 24 hour period. I took notes about all that we discovered so as not to forget anything.
Here's what may have occurred.
I think.....
As we were riding home from Dallas last Sunday, we were still about an hour away when I got a phone call from Owen. He said he'd just gotten home from work to find that Rosie had an accident in the den, and he'd just cleaned it up. He was calling to tell me he was going to mop the floor and was asking what cleaner to add to the water. Hmmm I thought. When we got home, he had in fact mopped MOST of the den and some of the kitchen. Evidence removal maybe? I don't know....
We unloaded the car and busied ourselves around the house unpacking. Then I sat down to look at my emails and that's when I noticed the couch was moved to almost right up against the table it's by. So I called for Owen and asked, "Why did you move the couch?" And he said, "I didn't." Me, "You didn't move the couch? It just moved by itself? Cause the couch has been moved." Him, "Oh wait, it probably moved when I jumped on it." Me, "You jumped up and down on the couch like a little boy?" (Thinking to myself, you just left a couch jumping little boy home alone all weekend.) His response, "No (all exasperated with me for not understanding) sometimes when I come into the room I run and jump on the couch. So it probably moved when I did that." Hmmm.... Makes. So. Much. Sense.
I forgot to mention that when we first walked into the house I noticed the kitchen table was completely empty. Which is a dream of mine by the way. No clutter at all. So after the couch discussion I decided to address the bare table. "So why is the table cleared?" Him, "I don't know." (Hmmmm that's not the right answer.) Me, "So you don't know how the table got cleared because it wasn't cleared when we left. And also, why has the table been moved? Did you just decide to have a furniture moving party when we exited the city limits?" THEN he remembered, "Ohhhh....me and Tosten (his friend who came over while we were gone) played ping pong on it." (Something smells so much like fish.) Me, "Really? You cleared the table......AND moved it.....and you couldn't remember why it was cleared or moved when I first asked 30 seconds ago?!" (There's a halibut stinking somewhere.) A blank stare was his response and then a reference to a wild party. Also FYI my table they played ping pong on is right beside my china cabinet that has a glass front. When I brought this to his attention, he was unapologetic.
I need to say before I go any further that the very first time we left him home alone (within the last year) he actually had a dinner party with actual work friends. And I'm not even kidding. He's 18. I'm still making plans to have my first dinner party....
Anyway, those were the immediate revelations until bedtime when I went to lock the back door and discovered the key we keep on the mantle for just that purpose, was missing. By then all were in bed asleep so I looked and looked but to no avail. I went to bed annoyed and wondering. The next morning more searching for the missing key was futile, but my annoyance had increased. Also at some point before he got home I noticed one of my rubbermaid bowls was in the middle of the backyard and once again I thought.....hmmmm. That same morning Caitlin found something blue and dusty on the living room floor. When she mentioned it in front of Olivia, Olivia said, "Oh yeah that was me. I dropped some paint stuff on the floor." SO, apparently we are now paint droppers who don't clean up spills. We are a stye. We live in a stye. Well, when the boy got home from school I asked him about the key and guess what? He had no idea where or how or when it went missing. Shocker. And the plastic bowl in the yard? No idea. I'm sensing a pattern. Look unknowing until you remember....or can come up with a semi logical answer. But just to clarify plastic bowls don't have working feet.
Another discovery by Olivia was that three bags of chips had been eaten by two teenage boys. That's the only weekend activity that makes sense.
So later in the week when Owen was gone with Tosten, he called me and I asked Owen to put me on speaker and I said to Tosten, "I'll give you 50 dollars if you'll tell me everything Owen did over the weekend." And he said, "I don't care about money." (dagnabit) And then he admitted only to playing ping pong on the table. And I said, "Right next to my china cabinet with the glass door!?" And his defense was to say the china cabinet proved useful for banking shots.
Then a couple of days ago Owen pulled his OWN KEYS out of his pocket and saw that the missing backdoor key was on his chain. And I'm for real. How could he forget that?! The fishy smell was all up in my nose by then.
So let's sum up:
The table was cleared
The table was moved
The couch was moved
The chips were eaten
The back door key was gone
The plastic bowl was in the backyard
Blue stuff was on the living room floor (courtesy of Olivia)
And I don't think he had a dinner party
Also.....the milk was mysteriously out of date...
Hmmmmm.....
I need a secret camera so I can watch the den when I'm gone. This weekend all the girls will be out of town and only the boys will be home. And I can believe the house needs to be watched even though John will be here. Owen could be entertaining 20 people and John would be sleeping, snoring and 100% clueless. And then I'll come home and ask John, "Why is the couch moved and the table cleared and moved?" And his response will be, "I don't know."
Crazy has a comfortable home here.
Here's what may have occurred.
I think.....
As we were riding home from Dallas last Sunday, we were still about an hour away when I got a phone call from Owen. He said he'd just gotten home from work to find that Rosie had an accident in the den, and he'd just cleaned it up. He was calling to tell me he was going to mop the floor and was asking what cleaner to add to the water. Hmmm I thought. When we got home, he had in fact mopped MOST of the den and some of the kitchen. Evidence removal maybe? I don't know....
We unloaded the car and busied ourselves around the house unpacking. Then I sat down to look at my emails and that's when I noticed the couch was moved to almost right up against the table it's by. So I called for Owen and asked, "Why did you move the couch?" And he said, "I didn't." Me, "You didn't move the couch? It just moved by itself? Cause the couch has been moved." Him, "Oh wait, it probably moved when I jumped on it." Me, "You jumped up and down on the couch like a little boy?" (Thinking to myself, you just left a couch jumping little boy home alone all weekend.) His response, "No (all exasperated with me for not understanding) sometimes when I come into the room I run and jump on the couch. So it probably moved when I did that." Hmmm.... Makes. So. Much. Sense.
I forgot to mention that when we first walked into the house I noticed the kitchen table was completely empty. Which is a dream of mine by the way. No clutter at all. So after the couch discussion I decided to address the bare table. "So why is the table cleared?" Him, "I don't know." (Hmmmm that's not the right answer.) Me, "So you don't know how the table got cleared because it wasn't cleared when we left. And also, why has the table been moved? Did you just decide to have a furniture moving party when we exited the city limits?" THEN he remembered, "Ohhhh....me and Tosten (his friend who came over while we were gone) played ping pong on it." (Something smells so much like fish.) Me, "Really? You cleared the table......AND moved it.....and you couldn't remember why it was cleared or moved when I first asked 30 seconds ago?!" (There's a halibut stinking somewhere.) A blank stare was his response and then a reference to a wild party. Also FYI my table they played ping pong on is right beside my china cabinet that has a glass front. When I brought this to his attention, he was unapologetic.
I need to say before I go any further that the very first time we left him home alone (within the last year) he actually had a dinner party with actual work friends. And I'm not even kidding. He's 18. I'm still making plans to have my first dinner party....
Anyway, those were the immediate revelations until bedtime when I went to lock the back door and discovered the key we keep on the mantle for just that purpose, was missing. By then all were in bed asleep so I looked and looked but to no avail. I went to bed annoyed and wondering. The next morning more searching for the missing key was futile, but my annoyance had increased. Also at some point before he got home I noticed one of my rubbermaid bowls was in the middle of the backyard and once again I thought.....hmmmm. That same morning Caitlin found something blue and dusty on the living room floor. When she mentioned it in front of Olivia, Olivia said, "Oh yeah that was me. I dropped some paint stuff on the floor." SO, apparently we are now paint droppers who don't clean up spills. We are a stye. We live in a stye. Well, when the boy got home from school I asked him about the key and guess what? He had no idea where or how or when it went missing. Shocker. And the plastic bowl in the yard? No idea. I'm sensing a pattern. Look unknowing until you remember....or can come up with a semi logical answer. But just to clarify plastic bowls don't have working feet.
Another discovery by Olivia was that three bags of chips had been eaten by two teenage boys. That's the only weekend activity that makes sense.
So later in the week when Owen was gone with Tosten, he called me and I asked Owen to put me on speaker and I said to Tosten, "I'll give you 50 dollars if you'll tell me everything Owen did over the weekend." And he said, "I don't care about money." (dagnabit) And then he admitted only to playing ping pong on the table. And I said, "Right next to my china cabinet with the glass door!?" And his defense was to say the china cabinet proved useful for banking shots.
Then a couple of days ago Owen pulled his OWN KEYS out of his pocket and saw that the missing backdoor key was on his chain. And I'm for real. How could he forget that?! The fishy smell was all up in my nose by then.
So let's sum up:
The table was cleared
The table was moved
The couch was moved
The chips were eaten
The back door key was gone
The plastic bowl was in the backyard
Blue stuff was on the living room floor (courtesy of Olivia)
And I don't think he had a dinner party
Also.....the milk was mysteriously out of date...
Hmmmmm.....
I need a secret camera so I can watch the den when I'm gone. This weekend all the girls will be out of town and only the boys will be home. And I can believe the house needs to be watched even though John will be here. Owen could be entertaining 20 people and John would be sleeping, snoring and 100% clueless. And then I'll come home and ask John, "Why is the couch moved and the table cleared and moved?" And his response will be, "I don't know."
Crazy has a comfortable home here.
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