Ok, so now I've somehow misplaced my cell phone. Or my kids have misplaced it for me. I hate when that happens. That, and the remote controls (of course, it doesn't help that there are like 10 remote controls in the house and I need a mini-catalog just to keep track of which remote works what device.) But my kids (and the cats too, I'm sure) love to knock things off of surfaces and shove them under couches, or behind or under the cushions, or just carry them off to the most unlikely places imaginable, especially the boys. And you know what's even worse? I can't even call my phone to have it ring because the darn thing is out of charge. Man, we really need a bigger house. And some organization. OH, and like a million bucks would be really nice too.

But seriously, all kidding aside. I was reflecting today how lucky we really are. Even though our bank balance is usually hovering right near zero, and it's a struggle a lot of the time to not have it go under (God knows those banks love their overdraft fees!!!), we have a roof over our heads, clothes, food and transportation. And we have our health. And health insurance. And even though sometimes it seems like everyone else must have it better, it's all relative. They say that even millionaires have their problems, and sometimes they're even bigger than the ones we have (though I wouldn't mind the opportunity to find out, hey what.) I guess that comparatively speaking, we're pretty darn well off.

Well, I'm off to get ready for the weekend. You have a good one. I'll try to, too.