Joe has a cold, which was a great excuse for both of us to stay home. He was a hellion for a couple of hours, but most of the day was spent on the couch.

Quick detour from the path of destruction to mess with a flash.

Fridge magnets are good and all, but they’re better on the floor. In another room.

These remotes are in the wrong place. They belong in the bathtub.

The ol’ upside-down warface bead grab trick. (Careful Joe, it took Mama almost an hour at Mardi Gras to rack up that collection.)

I don’t always get sick, but when I do, I’m still cooler than my father. That camel is right behind me, isn’t he?