Antics

I have a reputation in the neighborhood. I have the house that is "always clean." It really isn't. Especially my office, which is seriously NEVER clean. However, when chatting with my friends, if I happen to remark, "Man, my house is disgusting," I'm generally met with snorts of disbelief.

Here, then, is photographic evidence that my house is NOT always clean.
And. This is my FRONT room looking like Father Christmas vomited uncontrollably there.
AND. I had people over when it looked like this.
AND! I didn't even make excuses about it.

My medication must be working.

Kate decided late last night she wanted a party. I threw together some sugar cookie dough to refrigerate overnight, then called around this morning to our friends, and VOILA!

A party!

I have decided that impromptu parties are the most fun because you don't stress about them.
We decorated sugar cookies and the kids played and the moms got to catch up, and even though it was last minute, everyone came. See, you don't need to book a month out for a good time.

Kiki has been hilarious. Bruce let her try his hot sauce tonight. It's called "Ring of Fire" if you need an indication of how hot it was. He squirted some on a tortilla chip for her, she promptly scarfed it down, let out a giant belch, and said, "That's hot! More Ring of Fire!"

Also, she was trying to tell me about something but I couldn't figure out what in the world she was talking about. She kept saying, "(unintelligible...)" and I kept guessing, and finally she said (in a tone reserved for the truly stupid), "Am I talking too fast for you?"

I have in my house what I have christened "The Nativity Prowler."
Someone is constantly shifting things about. For example: The "Prowler" replaced an angel with a rhino.

Then there is this:

Apparently no one here cares to speak to Jesus.