I Say It Best When I Say Nothing At All.....

I can't resist. I have to post pictures of the cats who nearly made it to my Kitty Stalker post.

After nearly 14 years of marriage, I was looking over my shoulder to the potential of someone like this coming along to sweep my wife off her feet and steal her away from me: I was watching for the wrong guy! This is the man I should have been watching out for. Today he returns to our home for the second time in a week. He is an older gentleman with hair that is graying and a shuffle to his walk. He has an uncanny ability to change the world.....one washing machine, dryer and trash compactor at a time. I have been replaced by.........

There is a cat that likes to hang around outside my office. I made the mistake of feeding him jerky, and ever since then, I can't get rid of him. He is a very friendly cat. He'll sit outside my window each and every day and beg for attention. If I go outside, he'll immediately cling to my leg and follow-me to the ends of the earth. When I enter the building, he'll quickly try to sneak into the office, and he usually succeeds. Then, I repeat the cycle of luring the cat out of the office with a piece of meat. Can you see my dilemma? I'm a fool! Just a few minutes ago, I decided it was time to check the mail, but I could see the cat sitting outside my window. I knew that if I went outside, he would follow me into the office and then I'd have to try and figure out how to get rid of him again. I told Randall about my dilemma. He laughed and said, "you are controlled by your fears." I, right then and there, decided I would prove Randall wrong. I pl

This took place as I was tucking all the children into bed last night: Rachel: I don't want you to tuck me in.... I want Mom to tuck me in. Me: Come on, let's go! Rachel: No! I want Mom to tuck me in. Me: You've been with Mom all day, don't you want me to tuck you in? Rachel: No! I want Mom to tuck me in. Me: Come on. I'm going to count to three and you better be in your bed. One....two... Rachel: Okay, okay! Fine! But you're not the one? Me: What do you mean I'm not the one? Rachel: I only like Mommy! I don't like you! Me: Well, I love you! Rachel: I can only love Mommy! Me: Goodnight! This is obviously not a good week for me with my kids.

While changing his diaper: Me: You need to make pee pee in the toilet. Matt: No Me: Big boys make pee pee in the toilet. Matt: No Me: You're a big boy! Matt: No, I'm not a big boy....I'm little. Me: How old are you? Matt: I don't know. Me: You're three. Matt: No. Me: Yes, remember you had a birthday and you had a cake and you had a candle and you blew out the candle? Matt: Yeah, and I had marshmallows. Me: Yes, so you're three. You're a big boy. You need to make pee pee in the toilet. Matt: No, Dad! You don't have no hair!