Random Friday

Why is it that my husband, who is normally quite a neat freak and can't stand that I'm not a very good housekeeper, will shave in the morning and leave water and little hairs ALL OVER the sink and counter in the bathroom? I mean, how hard is it to wipe that off with a towel or something? I shouldn't complain (I leave my long, brown hair all over the house. I shed. Sorry.), but I'm just continually flabbergasted by this one concept. Now that I have put it out for all to read in cyberspace, I shall never mention it again.

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Tomorrow is April Fool's Day. Do you do anything special? Any good jokes in the past? Any traditional jokes? I can't really think of anything that I have done or have had done that is that memorable. Ches told me that growing up their dad would dye the milk to match the color of the cap. I like that.

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When I was young (elementary school age), my mom was single and we lived in this little 2 bedroom house. My brother and sister and I had to share a room. Vinnie and I had bunkbeds (he quite often got the top. Lucky.), and Mom made a pull-out bed for Lura. It was stored under the bunkbed and pulled out at night. Vinnie and I liked to be a good older brother and sister to Lura, so we would make her lie down in her bed and we would practice falling out of our beds on top of her "just in case" it ever happened during the night. That way she would know what to expect. Vinnie and I would climb up to the top bunk (we never practiced from the bottom, because that didn't seem like such a risk of falling out, I guess), and then we'd launch ourselves off, landing right on top of our youngest sister. Were we not the BEST older siblings in the world?? We sure cared for Lura!

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I have a younger brother, Charles, who turned 19 a month ago. A few weeks ago he received his mission call for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He's going to Tahiti!!!! We are all very excited for him. He leaves for the MTC (Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah) in June. I think we need to start stocking up now on sunscreen for the kid. He is very fair-skinned with tons of red hair and freckles. He'll fit right in with the natives, don't'cha think? Hee hee hee.

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We have apparantly been adopted by a duck. Not just any duck, mind you. A Dallin duck. Dallin has, out of the blue, started quacking! He just makes this quacking noise all the time, and it is the cutest thing EVER. Okay, maybe not EVER, but pretty darn close! I'm now trying to teach him that whenever I ask, "What does a duck say?" that he should quack. It's not working, but sometimes, when he's eating crackers, he'll quack. So maybe he's trying to say cracker. But then again, he quacks at the TV, the stack of CDs that are now so nicely rearranged into a mess on the floor, at the Megablocks, or at any member of his family. Hmmmm.

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Quote of the day:
Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted. --John Lennon