This week is going to be a busy week, this weekend is our wedding reception so posting will be light. Damn it, our front door just closed again. At first I thought we had a ghost. Hangon, did I ever tell you about the time that a lady died in our bedroom. Not while we were in it (although with Joshuas farts it would be quite understandable), but about 10 years ago, long before we purchased it? No, I didnt tell you? Well let me make a note of that: Tell the internet about the lady who died in our bedroom and that time that my husband knew about it for like, I dunno, lets say a good year before I did and did not tell me, that someone died in our house. THAT SOMEONE DIED IN OUR HOUSE!

So back to the “Honey, I think we have a ghost” (eyeroll from husband) thing. Every time I would walk out of the lounge room and into the kitchen I would hear the front door close. At first I thought nothing of it, but it kept happening over and over again. Time for some investigationing (Thanks Ryan). The culprit: the squirt. Apparently he hates the front door being open. He will crawl from acrross the room, grab the door, close it gently and then continue on with what he was doing, Its hilarious. I will post a video of him doing it if I can catch him in the act.

I guess all have our quirks, and some are definitely weirder than others. Take My mum for example collects paper, blank pieces of paper. Hundreds of pieces of paper, for no reason, I guess it’s just incase she needs a piece of paper one day. But if you ask he for a piece she won’t give you one, oh no, if it’s needed for some reason she’s all out of paper. She has been collecting it for so long o reckon she would have original Egyptian papyrus in there somewhere if you looked hard enough. Three words: Bat Shit Crazy.

Joshua has to have 60 rolls of toilet paper at all times otherwise he has a bit of a breakdown. Our linen cupboard is half full of toilet paper just incase he runs out. I wonder if he did run out one day and this is why he needs to have them on standby, something we have never discussed. Note to self: Discuss the whole toilet paper obsession with Husband.

And then there is Snots. Snots is a collector. A collector of anything. Last time I organized his room I took out 6 garbage bags of stuff. Tiny pieces of paper, used toothpicks, packaging from toys, receipts that he fishes out of the recycle box before we empty it into the bin, rocks, sticks, small children, I swear I even found a troll underneath his bed, who knows how long that had been there.

Wait. Okay I might not know what I was originally saying here. Let me come back to this one………

…….Oh yeah, posting will be light.

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