Firetrucks in the Ocean

I need to tell you that I literally have 2million things to do right now but more than any of that, and procrastination at its best, this needs to get out of my head onto the screen....

It's nothing really. It's just that my son, the Littlest, has a Firetruck bed in his room. His rooms' 'theme' is the ocean, with whales and octopus, fish, and sailboats. While this bothers me a fraction of an inch sometimes, mostly it does not. It struck me as funny today as I was trying to get him down for nap (yes! success!) the oddity of it all. And how we in this house accept as perfectly the norm some of the odd things. I suppose some might think it strange, and some (like my loving sister Minner) can't take it. That's because they have this rare anal gene :) where everything must be just so. I like things just so but in much bigger picture; like broad as the brush will let you get at times. Then others, it must be anally just so. Me=flex and bend and let go after fire rages through me and her=flex and bend a little before during and after fire rages through her. I say this with all the love in my heart you know. It's just how we are.

Around here there are firetrucks in the ocean. It's the motto we apparantly live by. Seat of our pants, firetrucks in the ocean, can't see the forrest for the trees blah blah blah. And on a side note, there might be a bit of dust on the tables, but man we have fun with our boys. We clean up nicely when we have to. ;) Firetrucks in the ocean; I like it.