I know, I know . . .

I know what you're going to say: "My Christmas is now complete!" Yes, a nice holiday post could serve as my present to both of you, but that isn't my intention. You're probably wondering about my three month absence from posting. I have several explanations, but only a couple worth mentioning

Normally school makes me cranky, which makes me think people are stupid, which makes me want to post. But for some reason I haven't made that a priority, and by the time I get around to having time to post, there are six other things that make me wonder if our society is devolving, so I just forget about (too much work to rant on that many things).

Also, Ashley has been especially accurate for the last little while (I think she is angling for a new pair of shoes), so I haven't felt the need to make the record straight. But finally, the cosmos have aligned and I have returned (you're welcome Kyle; just get back to studying your sixty hours of tax after you're done).

So recently Ashley has brought attention to how much Caden just LOVES his new beanie. I don't blame him; the kid can rock that look. But I don't think he wears it around because of vanity. I'm sure part of it has something to due with the fact that it was gift from his Bumpa and Ganky, but there is a simpler explanation: the kid is freezing.

Seariously, our downstairs is so cold. There is this nice cross-breeze you can get by shutting the front door and back door. It is so bad that Boeing is testing wind resistence on its new jets in our front room. Okay, it isn't that bad (I had you going though). But it is about ten degrees colder downstairs compaired to upstairs. So the kid probably wears the hat out of survival. I mean, every day I get home and he comes over and is like "Side, Side." He doesn't want to go out and play, he just wants to warm up for a bit.
So I suggested we get one of those door snakes that lays across the floor in front of the door (the only place cold air really comes through is in the bottom corner of front door, the rest is nice and weather proofed). We were out running errands today and we were going to stop at Wal Mart and pick one up, but we forgot. When we got home I remembered and commented, "Dang it! We forgot to get the door sock." (I couldn't remember what they were called). Ashley, obviously catching a glimpse of me from my good side, thus putting her mind on a different track, said, "What the 'H'? Door sock? Why do we need one of those? We're married, live alone, and I'm nine months pregnant." I gave her one of my patented "did you really just say that" looks and went to give one of my patented witty combacks, but was at a loss for words.

Eventually, after I went outside, got a ladder and rope, and pulled her mind out of the gutter, I was able to explain what I meant. Back off fellas, she's mine.

Oh yeah, Ashley didn't say the H-word. Really. And Megan, if you want to know what a door sock is used for, ask mom; mom, you sak Tami; Tami, tell them whatever you want.