Don't Nobody Know My Troubles But God

Here's a picture looking out the bathroom window at the snow.

So, Stinky asked me if she could have some friends over to watch movies and play Apples to Apples tonight. I had no problem with that, because we have the room now and that way I know exactly where she is and what she's doing.

Since it's a co-ed deal, I like to go up and do surprise "hand checks" from time to time in order to ensure that no one gets impregnated in my house. During one of these, I was halfway up the stairs, when I realized they were watching Paranormal Activity. (I was able to get it at one of those Red Box dealies) So, I snuck the rest of the way up the stairs and yelled, "Boo!" And then cracked-up while several members of the state championship football team jumped out of their skins.

One of the guys, jokingly and cautiously said, "Wow. You're kind of an asshole..." Everyone else held their breath, while I tried very hard to keep a straight face (which is no easy task for me, let me assure you). I finally laughed and said,

"I know. I love that about me." Then, before I went back downstairs, I reminded them not to make-out. The same kid told me not to worry, because girls had cooties. And that was exactly the answer I was looking for.