Sleeping Beauty

You know, here at the House Of Cline we don't ask much of our friends. Just that they be loyal, fun, bring over delicious snacks, have stellar dance moves, lend a compassionate ear, lend us money, give good advice, bake delicious brownies....you know the normal stuff. Oh, and one more. That they STAY AWAKE when hanging out.

Tonight, Bobby (Brooke's hubby) made the mistake of passing out on the floor after a riveting movie night watching the crappiest Nicolas Cage movie ever that wasted 2 hours of my life and killed a few brain cells while somehow incorporating giant angel butterflies the greatest movie ever. This just doesn't fly in our house! Oh no siree bob! We stayed up late!! It was at least past ten! He should have known better... but thankfully he didn't and we were able to have some fun! SUCKER! Go on and take a gander at the lovely Sleeping Beauty...

Aww...look at the little guy...he's all tuckered out. Sucks for him! Let the makeover begin!

Isn't she a great wife, pampering her man?

Sleeping Beauty didn't even TWITCH the entire time.
Passed out cold. At least he looks pretty!

The final product! Stunning isn't it?

I really think that Wet & Wild (yeah, I still own it!)
Summer Splash is his color, wouldn't you agree?

Come to think of it, I'm not sure if it was a punishment as much as it was an improvement. He looks faboosh! He lucked out because we almost slathered him in the dog's liver paste so they could go to town on him, but we decided to take it easy on him this time. However, I think we made our point clear! HA! Take that!! And even if we didn't, it was fun while it lasted.

On a side note: The movie The Knowing. Piece o' poop. Seriously bad. I love Sci Fi, but sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln this was just straight garbage! And Nicolas Cage officially creeps me out. Ok, that's all I had to say. I feel better now.

Crazy home intruder...

If I was ever attacked by a home intruder I would be useless. You wanna know how I found this out? Take a walk down memory lane with me...you can hold my hand if you want to...

It was a Thursday like any other. Boogie was eating lunch, Presley was napping, Mason was playing at grandma's, the hubby was earning that dolla' and I was still in my pajamas cleaning the house, like the good wife that I am. I was deep in thought, mentally preparing myself for Friday's trip to Tahoe and everything I would need to bring. "Pack the kid's medicine, wash off their boots, buy formula," I thought to myself as I wandered through the house, when BAM! I turned the corner into the bedroom and ran straight into a man hiding, pressed against the wall. HEY! he shouts and jumps out at me! HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL I'M GOING TO DIE!! I think to myself as I try to back away screaming bloody murder. So what's the first thing I do?

Well I'd like to say that I hit him straight in the solar plexus and beat the tar out of the guy, then said something really witty like "Not this time mister, you've messed with the wrong girl" and then he'd black out until the police got him. But no.....I threw a shoe at him. Yeah. Turns out that's not very effective. Where did I go wrong?! I've played this scenario over millions of times in my head before, never once did it involve footwear. I'd had it figured out for years. I'd hockey punch the guy, knee him in his snuffaluffagus, grab the kids and RUN! But no....I threw a shoe... A sandal to be exact.

Lucky for me it was only my crazy husband who decided to scare the crap out of me by coming home HOURS early and sneaking in like some crazy crack head. My heart didn't beat right for over an hour! And I'm pretty sure I piddled myself a little. In fact, I would still be pretty bitter at him if he didn't leave me such a sweet note on the bathroom mirror.....



In case you can't read that it says "I wanna bite your butt." He even put teeth marks on the tush...isn't he romantic? He really knows how to make me go soft in the knees after all these years...

I'll miss you all the next few days! Lake Tahoe here we come!!