Telling It Like It Is

Travis doesn't believe this, but I am remarkably resilient when it comes to potentially hurtful comments. For instance, I could have easily taken offense when he looked up at me from the computer just now and said, matter-of-factly, "You look like hell right now." I said, "Yeah, I do." Because, yeah, I do.

Items Of Business

Here's a list I found that Travis made during Sunday School the weekend I was gone:

- Toss all too small Abby shoes
- No eating in Abby's bedroom
- Security in limits/boundaries
- Lost my church key :)
- Their faith started before coming to Earth
- No such thing as unlawful censorship; think about what to bring into a home

The Grass Is Greener ....?

We currently have a lot of weeds in our yard, due to very little upkeep, while our neighbor Don spends his free time doing yard work (apparently some people enjoy weeding and mowing so much that they choose spend two hours a day doing it. Good for them.).  His yard is BEAUTIFUL. As we're pulling out of the driveway today, Travis says,

"Well, that's why we have so many weeds in our yard. The grass is too short."

 "The grass is almost 18 inches high."

"No, his grass is too short. It upsets the balance."

I had no words for this.

"When he cuts his grass too short, it pushes all the weeds into our yard."

Again, silence.