Well...

We are home.

And I lost my phone.

I hate stupidity.

I guess you can forget about setting your phone on top of your car, only so many times, before your luck runs out.

My luck ran out.

I hate stupidity.

And I'm really bugged about it. I had some super awesome videos on that bad boy that I was going to post. AND, I spent an extra pretty-penny so I could have some stupid fancy phone that took some crazy 7.9 million mega-pixel pictures.

And now it's gone.

And, I seriously contemplated crying over it.

Not to be blasphemous or anything, but I was blessed that I would never want for material things... If I swore (and I do), I would swear right now.

Anyone have a T-mobile phone I can have?
Wait, what am I thinking... anyone have an awesome camera I can have?

Boy, we are getting needy around here.

The other morning, I ran upstairs to change my load of laundry from the washer to the dryer (can we get an OOOHHHHH YEEEEEAAAAH for having our own laundry machine??). Almost instantly, I hear Hugh making weird noises down stairs. Not crying. But not laughing. I shrug, and think, "I wonder what J is doing to him".

I was hoping J did was not sitting on his face, using him as batting practice, mounting him like a horse, etc. ---all very real scenes played out daily. To my surprise, which, strangely enough, also happens daily, as I walked down our stairs I see Hugh sitting in the middle of our kitchen. I take note that no serious physical damage seems to be happening. However, I also take note that he is, curiously, surrounded by a puddle of milk, with milk dripping off his head, soaking from head to toe. And to his right, there I see J holding an empty carton of soy milk. That was once full. And by once, I mean it was full seconds before all the contents were poured ONTO his brother.

And Hugh just looked at me like, "Mooooooooooooom" (think Eeyore style).

And he just sat there.

And J just stood there.

Ah, my bless-ed (separated for emphasis) second born!! And J, what on earth!? Seriously? You amaze me. Daily.

And here is where I would have posted said video.

If I had it.

On my phone.

Which I don't have.

In the words of Hugh Taylor Fox, don't cry over spilled milk.

That was shameless pun. Awful. I'll never do it again.