See, I told you Rule Number 1 was a good one.

It is more than a year after the fact, and Rule Number One has only need a minor revision. The Kids and I took care of finalizing the details today while in the car on the way home from School.

With that, I give you the new, and improved Rule Number One.

Rule Number One - Don't be an idiot.
Rule Number One, subpart a - Don't eat the meatballs at a furniture store.
Rule Number One, subpart b - No tickee, no washy.

And that pretty much covers every eventuality that has come up in the past year.

I will say that I still feel that Rule Number One covers EVERYTHING but the kids are insistent that Rule Number One gets an overhaul.

Toilet! (Tipped Over!)

Fair Warning Notice: FOF, this post is about a potty.
Proceed with caution!

There is a new neighborhood under construction near our house. The builder is cramming about 20, 600K 2 story homes into a piece of property that is something less than 4 acres. There used to only be 2 houses with huge yards on the property, but progress dictates that people want huge houses with yards that can be mowed with a pair of scissors. I digress.

Anyways, a random old toilet showed up on the property while one of the houses was under construction. We see the toilet every time we drive into our neighborhood and the kids started laughing about the randomness of the potty sitting out in the middle of the new development.

For weeks it was a race, to see who could spot the potty and yell out "Toilet!" each time we passed (pun fully intentional - I work hard for this blog, don'tcha know?) by.

Then one day the abandoned throne was knocked over on it's side. And there it has stayed for a month or more.


Now, with each drive by, someone in the car yells out "Toilet! Tipped Over!" As far as I can tell, the only real rule to the game is that whoever yells last loses.

Someday I guess our magical, mysterious potty will end up in a dumpster. Until then, keep a sharp eye out. You never know when a potty might appear out of nowhere.

If you build it, they still won't have a clue what it is

The Talker has rediscovered his Star Wars Trading Card Game. He likes baseball cards and he like the idea of Pokemon card (though he has no idea what to do with them), so The Boss Lady bought a set of these cards a while back.

I'll admit, I have no freakin' clue what to do with these cards, either. But the boy and I like checking out the pictures and he likes reading about the different characters and ships pictured on each card.

The set came with little parts and pieces for models of some Star Wars ships that you(r dad) can assemble if he needs to get a good grouch on. Yep, wanna see dad pissed? Have him help with the card game models!

I just spent almost an hour on this one. Possibly because I am an imbecile, possibly because there are no directions to be found anywhere.



When I finished, The Talker said, "Cool! What is it?" Heck, son, I figured you would know. All I know is it had 14 or a billion pieces and it is about the size of a quarter.

I feel like complaining to higher ups about the micro-models, but evidently The Boss lady has experienced the pain. Seems she has put together a few already.


Maybe she used The Force.

Or maybe she just knows where the @)(#*) instructions are hidden.