I wish I knew who Paul was.

Moving right along, I want to thank all of you who sent me emails wishing me luck on with my appointment with the dermatologist yesterday. The good news is that I'm all clear. The suspicious spots were normal. The one good thing is that he praised me (I'm not kidding here) for coming in and having them checked. He told me that too many people feel that there is something "just not right about this spot" and wait until it becomes a really big problem. He checked me out from head to toe, and took a look at each and every mole on my body as well. I felt as if there were no part of my body left unexplored. I'm set up to go yearly now, for a "skin check" which I really think is a good thing. I'm relieved to know that everything is ok in that area. Again, thank you for all of your well wishes, it meant the world to me.

Now that I have that out of the way, I would just like to tell you that my house exploded while I was at work today. As you know, we are experimenting on having the girls stay home, rather than daycare or camp, for most of the time. Don't get me wrong, during the week, we have activities scheduled, with some of the other families and such, but some of the time, they are home. When I walked in the door, from the garage into my kitchen, I noticed that there were approximately 14 cups sitting on the counter. There were bowls (from cereal and ice cream - not mixed together thank you very much) in the living room. There were four cups sitting on the desk in the living room, which holds the children's computer. They had taken approximately 26 (I counted) strawberry cream filled cookies, ate the filling out of them and left the outer part of the cookies on the end table. As I type this, I notice that there are a couple more fillingless cookies sitting on MY DESK. I also discovered that they went into my bedroom. You know, the room that is OFF LIMITS to anyone younger than me whenever I am not there. Apparently, they were playing hide and go seek. They went into my walk in closet and proceeded to knock quite a few clothes off of the hangers, and did not even attempt to hang them up. I was not happy. My happiness is nothing compared to their misery. I did not beat them, not that I would ever admit that I did, but let's just say that I am NOT very popular today.

I love my girls dearly, truly I do. But there are days in which I could easily sell them to the highest bidder. Not that I would get ANY bidders, because I sell them without a warranty. They come to you completely "as-is" baby. Returns are strictly verboten.

Now I need to go drag them into the kitchen by their ears, and help me clean all of the cups and bowls, so that I can cook dinner. It would be so much easier for me to do it myself. But not nearly so much fun as hearing them whine.

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