Maybe Les is a kleptomaniac!

I promised Kelly that I would use this as my title a few nights ago. Not like he would know one way or the other as he never reads this stuff. I invited him to crawl inside our minds but apparently the woman that writes the ABC books, M is for murder that stuff is way more interesting. I think that Kelly would learn a thing or two if he read my writing or at least get kind of pissed off. After I came home from Brandy and Les's the other night I mentioned to Kelly that Les has the same watch as Kelly use to. It was one of his favorites and he lost it while working on one of the rent houses. Then jokingly I said, "Hey wasn't Les roofing that house with you?" Then Kelly said,"Maybe Les is a kleptomaniac!" Then I laughed so hard I almost peed myself and promised Kelly that would be my blog title the next time I wrote. But speaking of thievery here is my latest household dilemma. Laugh if you will but it is serious business to me and I really need you peanuts to help me out with this one. Just when I had finally got Kelly to agree to abandon the children and to go on a date with me this silliness would occur. I thought I had found the perfect babysitter. Loving sweet, responsible adored by my children when wouldn't you know it something in my house comes up missing. I know what you are all thinking. In the wreck that I live in how would I possibly know if there was something missing? That's a valid question, and there's the rub. My little Kelly like his namesake is quite the saver of money. In fact he has saved in my estimation at least $100 dollars in bills and change in his Pen Pig (big red plastic pig). Pen pig is so heavy that Kelly cannot and the other children struggle with actually carrying him. For the last few months Pen Pig has not moved from his perch on the built in bookcase. Granddad hop visited on Lindy's birthday and as is the tradition gave Kelly some cash for the pig. Pen pig was missing, still haven't found him. Sort of think the sitter took him, though it does not seem to be in her character. Tore the house apart going crazy looking for the silly thing. Now I can't have her babysit again until I find the pig even though it could very well be buried in a pile of crap some where in the house. On the ridiculous meter, how ridiculous is this? I own very little of value, I have never considered myself a materialistic person. I would probably give someone most anything they ask for. I am just that way, I do not know why. I think that I get this from my Aunt Lindy she was this way also. It really annoys me when people take my things (even if I would have freely given them). This is part of the reason that my mother grates on my nerves. If I've never blogged about that one in particular just wait I will. It's not the money really, it's the thought that a person that I trusted removed something from my home and that if I couldn't trust them with such small a thing how could I have possibly have trusted her with the only precious things in my life, my children.