Feeling obligated to post here that I am posting elsewhere. You can find me on twitter: http://twitter.com/shinobiusagi

Was cleaning up the kitchen today when my brother stopped by. He looked a bit surprised when I dumped out the rice pot into the trash and even more surprised when I exclaimed, "Cool!" I explained to him that I had forgotten that there was rice in the pot and it had sat there so long it liquefied underneath. (I cooked rice when I was watching his kids because they are rice eaters just like their Daddy, even when Aunty Jenny makes lasagna.) He cringed and said, "I was planning on eating that." My cheerful reply: Aren't you glad you didn't.

When my brother asked me to watch his kids for the weekend, I told him my only guarantee was that they would be alive when he came back. All kidding aside, they are having fun and being well behaved. Trust me they are not angelic, but they do listen to their Aunty Jenny. My brother told me that I can do what ever I want. Run them through the mud. Take them to another island. Put them to bed at any time ("it doesn't even have to be dark yet.") The only thing I am really tempted to do is dress them all in white when my brother comes back to pick them up and get them to say to him over and over, "We are ready for the mothership."