My life this week has been a series of unfortunate spills by the animals of the house.
It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't keep stepping in it.
I haven't figured out exactly what has set them off, but I suspect it was the week long visit by Grandma.
She pretends to like the animals. As long as they stay as far away from her as possible.
Unfortunately, as with most animals, ours know who does and who doesn't like them and it just makes them all the more friendly to those who don't.
This display of friendship sends Grandma into hysterics, waving her arms or kicking at them with her feet, all the while shouting "JEFF! HELP! Get over here" at the top of her lungs.
She is now safely back in Vegas and our life is SLOWLY returning to normal as we slip back into the school year routine. Which essentially means I will remember what day of the week it is when I wake up in the morning.
Today is Saturday so I get several hours by myself on the computer while Jeff and Alex beat each other up in Karate, Katherine is at Gabby's and Jeffrey pops in out to ask me deep philosophical questions.
Like "Are people bald because they wore a hat too much and it rubbed all the hair off?" or "If I asked my teacher for the whole years homework right now, could I do it all over the weekend and then play video games after school because my homework was all finished until Jr High?" and the last one "If the number 2 pencil is the best one to use, why don't we call it number 1?"
I wonder if he sits around and thinks these things up just to make me stop and have to think about what he saying.
