The Grind Resumeth

This doesn't exist.

Hey people,

Free Time - that floozy - decided that it had spent far too long sitting around waiting for any of us Houghs to change our scoundrel-ish ways.  It up and left us for the total bums that we are.

(. . . though in all fairness, we are a bunch of free time-neglecting bums).

As the Houghs (I refer to us in the Third Person because it makes us sound more formidable) continue to chug along through the opening stretch of the 2012 - 2013 school year, the normal, day-to-day School Grind is beginning to set in.  This more or less means that 'newsworthy' stuff is pretty much non-existent, and for the next few weeks I will regale you with boring updates from our mundane, everyday lives.

(You're welcome.)

Check this out right here:

The Girls' Room - revamped with some wall crap and a freshly-painted dresser. . . which, OF COURSE, lost a handle during the whole painting process.  That's just how we roll, folks.

Gladiatorial combat training = perfect bedtime wind-down activity.

The other day, Kris decided to take the girls to - wait for it - SEA WORLD (surprise!) to meet up with some friends.  Here we have the Cannonball watching the Orca Spectacular, or whatever the hell it is they're calling it these days. . .

Watching the show with the Taylers (and Alayna's beau, Derrick).

I don't know what anyone's watching - I guess they didn't release Shamu and his homeboys for the show.  Maybe he's still locked up in solitary for killing that trainer or something.  Who knows.

Posing in front of a big tank of saltwater.

Perhaps they were playing 'Show Mommy Your Salty Ol' Fisherman Face'. . .?

Because it wouldn't be a true The Houghs Post without a series of ridiculous videos of our kids doing weird crap:

So, this bush - Monster Bush, as I like to call it - we have hanging out in front of our house is, by all accounts, the most f***ed up looking bush I've ever seen.  You may not be able to tell from the picture, but it stands a sound 15 feet in the air, and it's diameter is probably somewhere in the 'Rhode Island' neck of the woods.  Anyway, I have to trim the damn thing every week, practically, and the other day I came out and noticed that Monster Bush was leaning far a kilter.  Who knows why.

. . . after being hedged for about a half an hour.

Seriously, if anyone knows how to straighten a gigantor thorn bush, I'm all ears, folks.

Pasta art. . .?

Loading the kids up on the way home from Sunchild. . .

(Fortunately she doesn't know how to start the car. . .)

Abby begins eating her art project. . .

. . . and that's all for this time.

- Brian