S'more Gus...

...in case you haven't had enough the past few weeks :)

Remember to click on his chicken nugget face to see him bigger :)

I found out why s'mores are made over a campfire, rather than microwaving a marshmallow until it's ginormous and putting together s'mores in the kitchen.

No one in their right mind would ever eat something so incredibly messy and sticky inside the house.

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Did you ever wonder how dads always know when to wake up in the middle of the night?

When I was little, I woke up in the middle of the night with a tummy ache and puked in the middle of Mom and Dad's bedroom doorway.  Mom jumped out of bed to clean up my mess and tuck me into the big bed with some 7up and crackers.

Dad didn't move a muscle.  I'm not sure he was even interrupted from his REM cycle.

But if the dog started barking a little more than usual, or if the weather wasn't quite right, Dad was out of bed, down in the kitchen keeping an eye on things.

No matter how loud the thunder and wind and rain was, I never worried we would get sucked up in a tornado while I was in my bed.  I knew Dad would wake us up, and we would carry our pillows and Big Bear to the basement if the storm was too bad.  I never laid awake wondering if someone would break into our house to steal our TV or one of us girls, mainly because I was too busy worrying Chucky was sneaking up from the basement to get me, but also because I knew Dad would hear the intruder before he even got in the house.

Weird how I was so sure Chucky would get past Dad.

In high school and college, I would always creep into Mom and Dad's room when I got home from a night out, just to let them know I was home safe.  Mom would always be the one to wake up; Dad kept snoring.

How do they do that?  How do Dads know when to wake up?

The point of this story is that even though Will doesn't have the "Dad" title, he's working on that sixth sleeping sense. Here's why:

This morning at 4 am, our incredibly loud smoke detectors started screaming.  I sorta half opened an eye.  Will jumped out of bed and took off out of the room.

I went back to sleep.

Will came back to the bedroom quite a while later, which I barely noticed.

Tonight we went for sushi and were discussing the morning's events.  I asked him where he disappeared to after the smoke detectors went off.

"To find the smoke."

Hmmm...I suppose that would be a good idea.  Find the smoke that was detected by the smoke detector. Is that what those things are for?

So maybe this isn't so much an example of Willm having that sixth sleeping sense, and more of an example of why I'm not fit to live alone.

Hmm?

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I taped and caulked the downstairs bathroom tonight.

Tomorrow, I prime.

Tomorrow night, I paint.

Hooray.