Candace took off for Long Beach, California last Thursday. I took Thursday and part of Friday off so I could stay home with the Kids. We were on our way home from Grandpa and Grandma Maylett's house on Friday when we saw the hugest dust devil that I've ever seen headed right for the car. It was carrying dirt, boards, weeds, sloths and about everything you can imagine. Carson yelled "It's a tornado!" and the kids both started to scream. I pounced on the gas and we beat it before it crossed the road just in time for Carson to scold me. "You almost killed us Dad!" They have been telling everybody that we almost got killed by a tornado ever since.

Friday night we had a SpongeBob party. I told them that they could stay up as long as they wanted while we had a pizza picnic in front of the TV and watched the Spongebob marathon on Nickelodeon. They lasted until about 10:00.

Saturday I took the kids fishing at Lost Creek. We didn't catch a dang thing, but we had a good time anyway. I'm not sure that I will be taking them again for a while.

The "Magical" Candace tried to fly home Sunday night but because of her stand-by status she didn't get out until late Monday night. Her friend Tina took her in for the night so she didn't have to re-live childhood memories of sleeping in the airport. It was nice to get her back. I think that it is good for me for her to go missing once in a while - due to the fact that it helps me understand just how much she does while I am at work. She is a great Mom. I still love her.

Candace and I have been married for eight... count 'em... eight years. We celebrated our anniversary on Tuesday by going to Apollo Burger (we really celebrate big-time) and Steven King's 1408. It was pretty dang good. We plan on celebrating it right one of the next few weekends. We usually go to Park City for the weekend... Just a little tradition that started on our first night together.

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