Stop spying!

I swear, Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman are spying on my kids. Both of them.

The last one is hard to read. Here's a link to it on the Seattle P-I website. (That's where I have to get my Sunday Mary Worth fix because my newspaper doesn't print it on Sundays. ) (UPDATE: Duh to me. If you click on the picture, you'll get a larger version. I'm so non-techie.)

I think the state of Frank's man cave is a lost cause. We asked him to clean it up recently: he threw out the trash. He still hasn't unpacked boxes from when he moved in July. I guess that's a good thing. At least most of the stuff is still in boxes rather than on the floor.

Ernest had a friend spend the night last week. I put my leopard-clad foot down and said he had to clear the floor first. So he did. I hope it lasts a while.

However, I have a confession... Shhh. Don't tell. I still haven't hung up my own clothes from last week's laundry. So I guess I can't complain too loudly.