It is 2pm, and I am just now having my first coffee of the day. Sick, huh? Joe is in Chicago right now, and he is the one who makes coffee. Its not that I don't want coffee, I just seem to get side tracked by all the kid stuff going on.

Speaking of kid stuff, Gabe keeps saying something that sounds just like "fuckin' a". It is usually when he is talking about one of his toys, but I cannot figure out what he is saying. Not only that, but he says it like ten time in a row. No. He YELLS it. At least its winter and the windows are closed so the neighbors can't hear.

Jesus Ghost

Last weekend, my sister and her husband, Suzanne and James came over to our house to take away our basement workbench. The thing was enormous, but it never was properly used. It just collected stuff, so we decided to offer it to them and they accepted. We found this drawing of Jesus Ghost on the underside of it. The workbench was there when we bought the house, and we are pretty sure it was put there by the previous owners. They just seem like the "Jesus Ghost" type.

We decided it was best to leave Jesus Ghost stapled to the workbench. If you are wondering why he doesn't have arms? That is because he is a ghost, and everyone knows that ghosts don't have arms. He does have rather nice lips and eyelashes for a ghost, no?