When Aidan wasn't even a glint in his father's eye and our third son, Justin, was just a baby, we lived in a cute townhouse in New Jersey. The people who had lived there before us had turned half of the garage into a storage room. I was more than happy to make it into a playroom for my boys. The playroom was right off the laundry room and I was a little concerned about the exposed water line coming from the laundry room, but I wasn't about to give up the chance to have a place for all of their toys. The water line was right at their level and they loved to hang on it like little monkeys. The hose looked sturdy enough to me, so even though I told them not to hang on it anymore, I wasn't consistent with my orders. I came to regret that. As I'm doing chores around the house one day, all of a sudden I hear a sound of rushing water and yelling from the playroom. I run to the doorway and stare in shock at what I am seeing. The playroom floor was quickly being flooded by the gushing amount of Niagra Falls while Nathanael bravely grabbed Caleb around the waist and ran for the door. I grabbed the phone because my household knowledge only went so far during that time in my life and I had to ask my husband for the location of the valve to shut off the water. So much for girl power. Somehow he was able to discern what happened even though I was practically stuttering in my panicked state. It was something like, "Oh, my gosh! The boys....water line....gushing...." The poor guy is in the middle of his office surrounded by co-workers and his little wifie is yelling into the phone about a broken water line. He calmly acts as if nothing crazy is happening on the other end and tells me where to look. As soon as I find it, I turn the water off and immediately felt relief from having stopped Lake Erie from forming in our playroom. In the silence of the room, I sheepishly smile into the phone and say, "Hee, um, thanks, honey." He answers in his typical, "Mmm-hmmm", and as we hung up I realized that it made me feel better to call the previous owners idiots for putting in an exposed water line instead of myself for actually letting the boys hang on it.
I'm really picky when it comes to romantic movies. I prefer them clean and it's really hard to find those kind of romance movies these days. Nowadays, romantic movies are chock full of butts, boobs, and beds. Just sayin'. I was bored one day and decided to google the top romance movies of all time. You have got to be kidding me. One list had Brokeback Mountain on it. Pulease. I was, in fact, so disgusted by all of the lists that I came across that I decided to make my own. I decided to call it The Top 16 Clean Romance Movies of All Time, well, because I couldn't think of anymore to make it an even top 20. Now, my list might be different from most people. I said I was picky. First, I don't like b***** women. That scratches out a whole pile of popular movies. One of them being Gone With The Wind. Does anyone besides me want to smack that woman? Second, I don't like it when the couple end up in bed together. Uh, I don't really need to know, thankyouverymuch. Th...
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