So sometimes I wonder if I should have an entire category dedicated to Brett....but then I think nnaa....I don't want you to get the wrong impression of him.  He really isn't that simple.



But here's what he did last night!



He's between jean sizes so he really does need a belt.  But we often forget to put one on, or we just can't find one...which more often is the case.

So he comes home today with a zip tie wrapped between two belt loops cinching up his waist.  

I just shake my head. 

I shake it again when I see him take the dog's toenail clippers and try to cut it. 

"What are you doing"? I have to ask.

I grabbed my scissors from my drawer and begin to cut...only instead...my industrial strength scissors that United HealthCare generously gave to me when I went home to work full time, SNAPPED!  The handle broke right off!!!


"I have to poop."  he then tells me.

I just laugh, because this is completely his problem....

I guess the dykes worked because, I heard him come back in from the garage and he went straight to the shower....


Geeze...it's never dull around here.