Sensei, where are you?

Well it's now painfully obvious who has the least exciting life. I haven't missed a day since I got the computer back up here. Brookie, our vigilant leader and establisher of the blog, where are you? It's been a week. I looked back.
Anyway, Kev is watching the race (you really shouldn't have to wonder what race when you think of who my father is and how he's sucked in his sons-in-law, to a certain degree, to the "church of NASCAR") Tivo style by fast forwarding through the commercials, stopping only for wrecks. Clo failed miserably at nursery again and is playing very nicely (only because she knows she's on thin ice because she's supposed to be taking a nap. It's amazing how nice and cooperative she is when she knows she's on borrowed time) in her princess tent. It's pretty exciting.
We went garage sale-ing with mom and dad yesterday and we're now officially hooked. We got this lay-z-boy loveseat recliner for $20 and we've never been happier. It's hard to get us out of it. We also got Clo a new swing set and numerous other things we were just sure we couldn't live without. Anywho, I'm going to go play with sissy because she's singing and being just darling. Maybe from now on, first thing in the morning I'll sit her down and tell her it's time for a nap. It's worth a shot. Leash