What's Going On Here?

The reality is that Mako Man and I and working ourselves to death, just like the rest you. As a result, sometimes Lugnut needs to watch Peanut for us for just a half hour or so-until one of us gets home from our job. I don't think I ever fully posted exactly what I found on my camera last month. Mako Man, when you see this, remember that it happened awhile ago and I don't even need to start putting up stories of what you did when you were there age...the only difference is that we had enough sense to NOT take pictures of our crimes.

It started with this:


Shadow is not happy-something is wrong-Shadow, did Peanut fall down a well? Go get help girl! Run! Run! Oh never mind, you aren't Lassie and I am not sure that you could run to the end of the block for a ham bone. But what is upsetting her?
Uh-Oh! Has Lugnut allowed Peanut to consume an entire SLEEVE of OREOS??? Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I am not quite sure what she is doing her, but Gee, her hair looks terrific!

I can see where this is headed. Why oh why do my girls insist that furniture is gymnastics equipment? No wonder we have a chair that is broke. Do you see the abuse our furniture takes when we aren't looking?

I don't know what disturbs me more-Peanut's high flying stunts or my coffee table-or lack thereof. It appears to be the contents of Lugnuts bookbag strewn over it as well as my laptop and I am not sure what else.

Just in case you are wondering-Lugnut has not had babysitting duties since these photos were discovered and the Oreos are removed from the house, I don't care how good the sale is.