So, I get home from work about 2 this a.m. and Joe is meeting me almost at the door, ready to tell on daddy. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful Joe is still home to help keep me sane.... Why should I go through this by myself.... I totally believe in sharing!!!

Joe says, "I was trying to call you,.... You need to do something about him... he caught the bathroom on fire. And he made a mess downstairs too!"

Apparently I had just missed all the fun by about 15 minutes or so. Scott has had bad gas and diarhea the last few days and I guess the smell even finally got to him. Thinking as clearly as he does, (yea, right!) he decided he would light 2 candles on the back top of the toilet while he went to the bathroom. What happened next I can only imagine because I cannot get him for the life of me to explain this!!!! He said he had diarhea and was going to the bathroom when ..... his words.... "Whhooosh it just blew up!!!"

Now I did hear on the radio quite a while back about a pen of pigs that had been fed some bad feed and it caused gas something fierce. A poor pig standing too close to the electric fence, which was on, farted and caught the whole pen on fire. Can you imagine those poor neighbors, smelling bacon for days!!!!! "Honey, we having bacon?"

So, I guess it could have happened.... Anyway, the one candle glass just shattered and there is now black smoke all over the ceiling in my bathroom and walls. I will now have to gain enough strength and energy to scrub the whole bathroom from the black soot. Why can't bathrooms have a drain in the middle of the floor and you can just power flush the bathroom like a toilet? What an invention that would be, huh!!!!

If that was not enough, Scott proceeds to run downstairs and make a mess of the downstairs bathroom. He had diarhea all over the toilet seat, top and bottom. I had to clean this right away when I got home. Just what I wanted to do at 2 freakin a.m.!!!!! I grabbed the clorex cleaner for bathroom (made specially for situations dealing with Scotts) and the papertowels (thank heavens for throw away items!!!!!) and proceeded downstairs to access the damage. It only took me about 10 minutes to clean it up but the thought, good grief!!!

I then went upstairs to access the damage there, and was glad to find it not too bad... nothing a lot of energy and elbow grease won't fix. Like I have a lot of either of those!!!! Well, another chore for Saturday while screaming at the game..... GO BLUE!!!!!! Problem is.... which chore from Scott's messes do I do first, and heaven forbid he adds to those!!!!! Now you know why my house is a mess and why I can't get things done!!!!

After seeing the bathroom upstairs, I peeked into our room to see what Scott was doing. He was laying in bed, looking sheepish... he saw me and said "I left you a present down stairs in the bathroom" and then "you will need to go clean it." No remorse or guilt. But he knew he had better get to bed and stay there out of my way, LOL. I told him, "Joe told me you had a pretty busy night."

I was supposed to go see Twilight with a few friends from work, but I think I better hold off. Too much to do now.

I can't get part of a song out of my head lately, revised a little of course.... From Wizard of Oz.... "If I only had a husband with a brain!!!!"

What really gets me is that earlier at work I told a couple of friends about his piles of books all over the floor and messes all over the house. Then I said I wish I could set a match to the house and save my pets and run, kidding of course. They said, "You can't do that now since you told us!!" LOL

I will not kid about things like that anymore. Now to figure out which to do first for Saturday.

Side note..... We got a bunch of coupons in the mail today for ..... hang on to your seats here folks... you will not believe this...... MORE CANDLES!!!!!!! Needless to say they went into the garbage immediately!!

FIRE!!!! New Renovation attempts

Scott's Renovations

So Scott has been wanting to sell some of his books he doesn't need anymore and called his friend to make an appointment for Tom to come see if there is anything he would want to buy. Rather than leaving the books on the shelf so Tom can just glance at the books, Scott (not thinking clearly) decided it would be easier to take all the books from the shelf and stack them on the floor. I don't know about you, but I would prefer to be able to stand and just walk by the books and glance at them rather than having to stoop down to see the books.

He was pretty busy getting the books off the shelves and putting them into sorted stacks and I knew after watching him a while he was going to block himself. I didn't say anything to see if he would realize it before he got himself stuck, but it was amusing to see him do it and have to move a stack of books so he could get out. Kind of like giving an idiot a card that says "flip over to see other side" and the same thing is on the other side so they keep flipping it over and over, yeah, same type of deal. Besides I was pretty livid with him, tired from getting home from work at 2 am to see this mess that I will have to clean up after. You think 2 years olds are bad, huh!!! They ain't got nothing on Scotty boy.

Well, just as predicted, he got himself blocked in. He stood up and said "I'm tired and going to bed" and attempted to lift his leg over the stack and couldn't do it. Too high! So he had to move some books off the stack and try again.

This was about 4 a.m. I stayed up another three hours looking at the stacks and stewing about them. I watched a couple episodes of "NCIS" to calm down before I could even think about going to bed.

The stacks...... Well, they are still there. I will get to them Saturday and put them away while screaming at a football game because BYU will probably make some stupid fumbles or something. That will get my adrenaline going to have the energy to put all the books away!