Cleaning Nazi

That is EXACTLY what my husband is. He was up early barking orders, and instigating all kinds of chaos on our home this morning. He acts like he's so serious and talks firmly to the girls, then turns to me w/ this big "cat that ate the mouse" grin. He's rotten! Tory (our neighbor & great friend!) said Keith has to have the house so clean we can eat off the floors. Pretty close. Problem is, I'm almost as bad. Billie & Dawn (lovingly) give me a hard time about my obsessive organization. I just can't help it. What was that movie...had Julie Roberts in it, and her husband insisted that all things be in their place, that all labels faced the same direction w/ the same amount of space between them...that would be me!! I have to laugh at myself sometimes. Ok, a lot. I could blame my mom...after all, we always had to organize our grocery carts when we'd go the grocery store every six months. All cold stuff, all boxed stuff, all cleaning...it all had to be in it's own cart - and bagged that way, too. To this day, I still shop that way, and put my things in order before they bag them. If they bag them wrong, I fix it. See, isn't that something to laugh at?? It's me, though. :o)

Here's Lenzi with her Guinea pig, Willie. I would have never thought she'd want one of these things. I have yet to hold it. It's funny, he' KNOWS when Lenzi is home, and he goes crazy and chatters. The other picture is how when found her one evening - on her bed, sound a sleep and he was just cuddled up next to her, as content as can be.

Here's Lexi jamming out with Guitar Hero World Tour, and can you see what is in her hand??? Her darn cell phone! She's a multi-tasker, and it drives us nuts!!! Here's poor Zoey, feeling neglected, sitting in the bean bag in the same room. Poor puppy. :o(