Here’s Tyler, attempting to fix our cracked table with a piece of Scotch tape. Reminds me of when I tried to tape together the wing of a dying bird that my cat, Irving, left on our doorstep. Remember when there was no problem a roll of magic Scotch tape couldn’t fix? If Obama gets wind of this, he’ll be sticking it all over Congress.
Sales receipts, mortgage and credit card statements, pay stubs, certificates of title, all the documentation was laid out before her—but still, all she can say is “MINE!”
This week Doug had a mishap with a belt sander and broke his nose in two places. That was the easy part—post surgery recuperation involved a week flat out on the couch with a steady stream of ice packs and Percocets. The one part that almost made it worthwhile? Watching Tyler try to stick Lightning McQueen band-aids under each black eye. Here’s to a speedy recovery!