I love my wife’s Teriyaki Chickens, especially as left overs.

It was actually the first meal that I ever ate at her parents house.  This was before i had even met her, or her parents for that matter.

In fact it was just two missionaries and her four youngest siblings.  All of which were 15 and younger at the time.

When my sons were younger, I would put them on my shoulders and that’s how I’d carry them around a lot.  At times it was a better alternative to dragging a bulky stroller around.

The problem was that because I wasn’t a horse and didn’t have reins to hold on to, they’d simply grab tufts of hair and hold on tight.

My solution was to take the clippers and cut my hair down to about nothing.  Of course, I was (ok, am) losing it too, so that helped make the decision even easier.

I’ve kept my hair really short since then.  It’s been nice, I don’t have to pay for hair care products, hair cuts, combs, brushes, hair spray, gel, mouse, etc.

Lately I’ve just been so busy that I haven’t have a chance to cut it, so it’s been getting longer and longer (and somehow more and more gray).  It didn’t bother me too much, I’d just throw on a different baseball hat each day and away I’d go.

I knew it was finally getting time to cut it when I had to start using a comb again to keep it from looking like Serial Killer hair.  It had been so long since I had used one that I actually couldn’t find one and had to use my wife’s.

So now I’m back to my (mostly) bald self.  After cutting off all of that hair I was sure that my WiiFit would tell me that I had lost weight.  No such luck, I had actually gained nearly 5 lbs.  I just don’t get it, I should have lost weight, I mean I’m sure that my eating habits had nothing to do with the weight gain

Far too frequently this is the scene in my bed in the morning…

Notice anything?  Like the lack of room for me?  That’s a King sized bed and those two little munchkins are taking up over half the room.  Even when we try to get them to scoot over, they still manage to soak up every last inch.  Of course this photo doesn’t really show the half of it.  At least here they are parallel to each other.  Most times they’re just a twisted mess of arms and legs.

We’ve tried to put these two back in their own beds, but sometimes my wife and I are so fast asleep that these two characters just climb into our bed and we don’t even realize it until morning.

The funny thing is that these two share a room.  I’m convinced that they have a pact that when one of them wakes up they must wake the other and both of them will go into Mom and Dad’s room together.

My Math teacher in the 7th Grade read something similar to this to our class one day.  She (jokingly) said that if anyone in the class could figure out the number she’d give us extra credit.

Well I was desperate for extra credit, so I grabbed my Dad’s deskpad and started attempting to calculate it.  After a while my Dad came in to me and gently assured me that the number was so large that I wasn’t going to get it that night and that I should go to bed.

Dejected, I went to bed.  I’ve thought about it a few times over the years and wondered how long it would have really taken a feeble human brain to figure out that number so many years ago.  I’ve sure that I’d be calculating still to this day.

Now where did I put that deskpad…

Now I need a quart of Ben & Jerry’s Strawberry Cheesecake to cheer me up.