We've Got Problems

For those of you following along on this wacky life journey of mine you know that it's pretty obvious that here at the Morgan house we are a long way from perfect.  We also might be, just a tiny bit, a little nutso.  Here are just a few glimpses into our life this last week:

First, we still have not remedied the cooking situation around here.  I'm seriously at a loss.  Even if I do cook, which is getting more and more rare, nobody eats it.  I made dinner the other day and came down to find a certain son (who shall remain nameless) eating the following--I am not making this up:  A giant bag of Ruffles potato chips, a stack of oreos and, wait for it, goldfish.  All chased down by a Mountain Dew.  What???  I know what you're thinking--don't buy that stuff.  Easier said than done.  I just really, really like Oreos...

Second, in a giant push to purge my home of all things not useful I organized every nook and cranny and consequently can't find anything anymore.  I think my scattered system was actually easier.  I spent two hour--TWO HOURS--looking for the stuff to clean the fish bowl with because I feared Kennedy's wrath if I didn't find it by the 15th.  That's her regularly scheduled day for cleaning the bowl.  Whose kid is that???

Third, one of my sons has a phobia which was highlighted by this phrase yelled down the stairs at me tonight:  "Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I need you to come up here and kill a spider for me! "  Now, keep in mind that I am only left with teenage sons at this house anymore so...it's a problem.  Because I'm a big believer in facing our fears I made that son man up and suck up that thing with a vacuum.  It was quite the event.  Tomorrow night we are moving on to his fear of people touching him and clowns.  Anybody know where I can score a lot of touchy, feely clowns on short notice???

Fourth--the Morgan's like a lot of potty humor.  Like every meal involves some sort of bodily sound/fluid discussion.  And it's not limited to meals either because sometimes it sneaks into our scripture study as well.  We should be ashamed.

Case in point: this is McKay's senior picture we are going to display on the bookshelf

Yep--we're wack jobs around here.  I've got teenage boys single handedly bringing croc shoes back in fashion, a missionary son who likes to scare the daylights out of his poor unsuspecting companion and a daughter who I'm pretty sure is more responsible than me.  And she's 11.  And I kind of love it:-)