Where are my pants?
Again... it is a pain in the ass to take a picture while driving. This guy at least had the courtesy to stop at a stoplight in front of me. However all I had was my cell phone, so it is still a rather crappy photo. For those of you that can't decipher the image it says "IT'S 7:00 AM... Do you know where your pants are?". Makes me wonder where my emergency pants are.
and now for something completely different
I thought I had it easy... after all I skipped the vomity-poopity stage of kids. Turns out there are plenty of vomity-poopity stages... and these are contagious. Woke up last night to my son coming into our room and unloading the contents of his stomach onto my wife. Not the most pleasant way to wake up... especially for her.
After the cleanup we crawled into the spare bedroom to finish the night... not more then an hour later the neighbors car alarm goes off... again... waking up Gracie. Jen crawled out of bed to try to get her back to sleep... she spent most of the night trying to get Gracie back to sleep because the alarm kept going off. When this happened last week I 'almost' called the non-emergency police line because it was going off solid 2 nights/days. Today I am going to leave a note on his windshield informing him that he needs to either fix the alarm or unplug it, as I will do my best to get him a ticket for disturbing the peace if the damned thing wakes my kids up again.