Not only is the tree getting set-up next Halloween, next year we are decorating it with all the orphaned socks in this house.
Amy is carrying around a dried glue stick and occasionally applying it to her underarms.
Not even the promise of sex inspires Doug to work on the tree.
Yesterday I woke up to a yucky nosebleed (mine, not Noah’s). Today I woke up to Molly tossing her empty food bowl up in the air and letting it clatter on the floor over and over. I’m not sure which is a more annoying way to wake up.
After I complained heavily about the bad smell in the kitchen Doug finally remembered a mousetrap under the cabinets. He put the trap and its’ victim in the kitchen trashcan. Umm, how does this help?