My lovely children

My wonderful, smart kids are either trying to scare me to death or send me far, far away. They must think I have a hefty life insurance policy or they gather late at night thinking of ways to drive me nuts.

For example, this was found in my bathroom to greet me one afternoon:

Do you like my T.P. holder? Cory built it for me since I am too lazy to do the old spring loaded holder. Ah, the wonderful perks of falling in love with a handy man!