By now you may have figured out that I am up to something sneaky with this game we are playing. My younger daughter, Mollie, is turning 16 very soon. We are having another of those awesome black light parties. (If you weren’t around when that happened, type ‘black light’ into the search thing by the little magnifying glass to see pictures)… But I am busy cleaning house this week. In fact, I have to clean very well… especially in the bathrooms.

Why, I hear you wondering? Because black lights are essentially infra-red lights. Yes, the same kind the crime scene forensic guys use to spot bodily fluids with. So if you replace the bulbs in the bathrooms with black light bulbs… guess what happens… Yup, it turns into a crime scene. And if, as is the case with me, there is only one guy living in a house with women, it is sort of hard to shift the blame for some of the splatter. Let’s just say I have been busy with a sponge and some bleach.

Hey, sorry if that is too much information. But before you judge me and my house cleaning skills, it you live with a man or some growing boys, go to the store and get a UV flashlight and shine it on the walls of your bathroom with the normal lights turned off. Then you can come back and judge me… because there is now way you have been cleaning every place that stuff can bounce… just sayin’…

Anyway, it is a shame my wife cut me off from showing pictures of Mollie, because she is turning into a stunning young woman, and she is sweet and kind and smart and strong.

And I didn’t really plan to do so many of these in one day. But… the thing is… yeah… you knew there was going to be a thing… but the thing is… I thought I knew how shamelessly in love with myself I am, but once I started going through my blog from the beginning, I was stunned to find out that I have underestimated my self-absorption by a pretty good margin. And now the crack squirrels are having fun going through the old posts to see what I did to my own face.

Oh well.

Here is the last one for the day. Give it a good name…