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

So apparently, I borrowed a dude's flatbed trailer over the weekend and I didn't get his permission. Yep, that's right! I just drove up to the house, hitched it onto my suburban and drove away. I used it to haul a chicken coop. Granted, I did ask permission from the guy I thought it belonged to, but in the end, it wasn't his trailer I borrowed. Some friends of ours are moving to Alaska and had to get rid of their chickens and coop. We jumped all over this opportunity, because it was something we wanted to do this year. We made arrangements to pick up the chicken coop on Saturday morning. On Wednesday of last week, I asked my Bishop if I could borrow his trailer. He said that would be fine, but his nephew had the trailer but was bringing it back on Thursday. He said he would just leave it out in front of his house and I could swing by on Saturday morning to pick it up. Saturday morning arrived with a heavy downpour of rain, but we decided to proceed with our plans...

It's still early and the house is mostly quiet. I say mostly, because our lightest sleeper and earliest riser has already sprung out of bed. As I'm unloading the dishwasher, Matt comes around the corner, "I want cereal." "Okay, we'll get you some cereal after you get dressed." I then escort him back to his room and find some clothes for him to wear. I lay them out on the floor next to him and tell him to dress quickly, but quietly, so he doesn't wake the others in the house. I leave him to his newly assigned duties and put a load of laundry in the washer. I step down the hall and listen at my bedroom door and realize the shower is running and opt not to turn on the washing machine until Coralee has finished showering. From experience, I've learned it's best not to turn on "water-abusing" machines in the house until everybody is done with baths or showers. I peek in on Matt and see that he is completely naked and is now distracte...