I'm Just Really HIGH....

...on paint fumes.

Painting painting painting.

Did I tell you my concern about painting behind the toilet?  I can't remember.  The fumes are getting to me.   Anyways, I'm concerned.  It's going to be difficult.

I'm just priming, but getting behind that toilet is hard.  If William was home, I would have him take a picture of how I'm trying to get back there.

I haven't hugged a toilet that close since the days of the brown bottle flu in college.

Don't laugh, we both know you've had it, too.

I've also attempted to electrocute myself while trying to get the stupid, ugly, cheap-o light fixture off the wall.  It's still on the wall.  Light fixture: 1.  Manda: 0.

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William is particular about his marshmallow roasting.  I think he was trying to salvage Braed's mo-mo here...Will would never let his mo-mo get that black.  Plus, Braed looks very concerned about the roasting of that particular marshmallow, so it must be his.

I also just realized that Gus is triple roasting.  That greedy little booger.

 Hurry up Uncle Wheel.  You're taking forever.

 It's an art form.

 Gus likes his extra crispy.

 Whoops, a little too crispy.

 Mmmmm...they're malicious.

 He's very sneaky.  Roasts three, eats one, and puts two on a s'more.  Very clever.

 Gus doesn't like to waste anything.  After this photo, he actually ate the stick, too.

 Will had Mom help him make a s'more.  That's Mom's job - to prepare the chocolate and graham crackers.  She's very good at this job.

Everybody loves s'mores.  Even Uncle Will. 

 Except Logie.  He just wants to dance.

The End.