because I really can't get enough of myself

It's always awesome to open the front door to a badge in the face. A real life federal inspector thing type dude just knocked on my door.  The first thing I saw was his badge.  Because it was already at face level just waiting for me to see it first.  And I got too nervous to actually remember which real life inspector-y agency whatever he was really from. At first I didn't let the guy come in because I feel so much safer conversing through our ratty screen door that can't even keep bugs out. But then he told me he was doing a background check on one of the guys who lived here before we moved in and he needed our landlord's phone number.  And so I had to call Husband to get the phone number, because information like that is never handy when armed federal agents are in your house.  (Do you think he had a concealed weapon?  I didn't even think about that UNTIL JUST NOW.) I had to call Husband twice, because he never answers when I call.  And we h...

Monkey and Number Four have been playing this really fun game with me lately.  It involves me being psychic. Which, you know, I'm totally not. We have this ipad coloring app where they pick a picture and color the entire thing black.  And they yell, "NO LOOKING!" and hide when they do it.  Then they come back and they say, "Guess what it is?!" And then I guess about 5 different things that are always wrong. They just giggle, because, ha ha it's so funny that mommy can't read our minds. And then I say, "Give me a hint." And they say, "It's black!" Uh, yeah? So then I guess about 5 more wrong things that it could be. And they giggle more - what a fun game! Then I say, "Ok, so what is it?" And they say, "You have to GUESS!" giggle. But I tell them I can't guess, so they have to color it in front of me so I can see what it is.  And then I have to act really excited and say stuff like, ...