Lots of Stories (but you only get one tonight :-)

I told Steve today that since all I seem to post on the blog lately are sayings, pictures and really short sentences, I could just as well be posting on facebook.


So tonight I'll put on my headphones and start writing something that actually takes a while to read. Feel free to fast forward if it's not interesting.


Story #1: Anthony and the Gas Can


Story #2: Zeke Eats Ora-Gel


Story #3: Friend Saturday


Story #4: Emergency Room Visit


Story #5: SF Flood


Story #6: Fairly Major House Paint Problem


We'll see how far I get tonight. Have I mentioned I've been in kind of a bad mood for the past three weeks or so? I've been really crabby with my family and I have a really low tolerance level for almost anything and everything. I've also been really tired lately so I think I'll try to make it to bed at a decent time.


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STORY #1 - ANTHONY AND THE GAS CAN
If you're Steve's friend on FB, you've already heard this story and can fast forward to the next one.


The other day, Steve went outside to finish mowing. He came back inside a few minutes later to ask me where the gas can was because he couldn't find it. Knowing that he has a bad habit of not seeing what's right in front of his face, (wait, did I say that out loud? I'm so sorry!), I just told him that the last time I saw it, it was in the garage. He went back to look in the garage again.


I could hear him moving things around and grumbling out there. A few minutes later, he came back inside and told me he still couldn't find it. Being the good wife that I am, I remained seated in the recliner and figured that he could look until he found it instead of me getting up, looking and seeing it right away. Did I mention that he doesn't believe in putting things back in their assigned spot so it seems like we're always looking for something he can't find? (Did I say that out loud again? I'm so sorry! I've had a bad few weeks and have very little filter left.)


I did make the helpful suggestion that he ask the boys if they had seen the gas can, again from the comfort of the recliner. So Steve went upstairs and woke Riley up from a sound sleep. Riley told him it was in the front of the garage. Steve made him get up and show him where it was. Riley walked sleepily down the stairs, out into the garage, pointed to a spot and said, "It's right.................."  But as he tried to say, "there", his voice trailed off to nothing because there was definitely NOT a gas can where he was pointing. He shrugged, said, "I don't know." and went back to bed.


By now Steve's extremely a little bit cranky, it's getting late and he still hasn't found the gas can. My next helpful wife suggestion, again said from the comfort of the recliner, was to check with Anthony since he was the last one to use the lawn mower. So Steve stomped up the stairs and woke Anthony up. When he asked Anthony if he had seen the gas can, Anthony calmly answered, "Yes."


"WELL THEN, WHERE IS IT?!?"


"It's in the bottom of the trash can."


"WHY IS IT IN THE BOTTOM OF THE TRASH CAN?!?


Anthony's calm and very logical response was simply, "It was empty so I threw it away."


Even my angry husband had no good response to that. So he simply turned around, came back down the stairs, sat down on the couch and started to laugh. Then I started to laugh. We laughed so hard that we probably woke up the rest of the kids too. But we really didn't care by that point!




Thus ends tonight's storytelling session. Tune in tomorrow morning for Story #2 :-)