Our Little Devils.

Ooo 'cary!

or at least that's what Adam said.

Here are my cute ghosts.  For what was suppose to be a simple project, they were quite a headache.  

They are made from upside-down tomato cages, but you have to find something to round out the head.  When I first got them all wired and draped the sheet over them, Coop laughed at them.  He was right, they did look a bit like the klan.  Ironic?  

Now if I can only get Maren's costume done in time.

Late last night or very early this morning Cooper woke me up.  He was sleeping right beside me, breathing really heavy and fast and twitching all over.  I honestly thought he was having a seizure.  I shook him a little to get him to wake up.  The shook him a little harder.  He finally woke up and said, "What is it?".  I asked him if he was feeling alright - he was obviously confused.  I could tell he was thinking, "Go to sleep, woman!".  I told him that he scared me because he was shaking and his heart rate and breathing were so fast.  He started to laugh.  What?!  I asked him again if was feeling alright.  He was smiling and said he was just dreaming.  

"About what? Running a marathon?"  

"No.  I was on a Japanese game show...."  

What a goof!  

Man Tag!

ok, I'll play along since I get tagged often and never respond.  :)

A.  The rules are posted at the beginning.  

B.  Each person answers questions about their sweethearts. 

C.  At the end of each post, the person then tags people and posts their names; then goes onto their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know they have been tagged. 

All right people, here are the facts and details:

What is your husbands name?  James Arnold

How long have you been married?  3 years

How long did you date?  That is very complicated....

How old is he?  39

Who eats more sweets?  For sure me.  He says sweets hurt his teeth.

Who said I love you first?  He did both times.  (The first time he thought I was sleeping.)

Who is taller?  He is - but not by much.

Who can sing the best?  Cooper.  I can't carry a tune in a bucket.

Who is smarter?  Me, duh!

Who does the laundry?  Usually me, but he does help.

Who pays the bills?  Both of us, but again, usually me.

Who mows the lawn?  He does.

Who cooks dinner?  Both; however, he does most of the time.  There is something about a man and his grill.

Who drives?  He does.  He says I tailgate, but he has a really poor sense of direction.  Driving leads to arguments no matter who is behind the wheel.

Who is the first to admit when they are wrong?  Neither of us are ever wrong.

Who kissed who first?  I think he kissed me.

Who asked who out first?  Cooper did a few times before I said yes.

Who wears the  pants?  I let him think he does.  :)

I tag Kelli B. if she checks in, Wendy T. , Cathy D., and.... uh... that's all I know.  :(  So sad.  I don't have many blogger buddies.