"This place is like a frickin circus"

Words have never been truer than on a night like this.

I was attempting to make waffles for dinner, we were having breakfast for dinner which the three of us love. Pat was working on the scrambled eggs.

The puppies were running up and down the stairs, standing at the gate to the kitchen, whining and begging to be let in.

Grace had pulled out all of the mixing bowls and their lids, so they were all over the floor. She was working on putting all of the boxes we were going to recycle on the ground when I turned and asked her to please stop.

I was folding up the waffle box and was not paying attention and heard Pat say "Oh my gosh, this place is like a frickin circus" and was pointing at my feet. I had waffle mix all over me, the ground, and some on Grace. We could not stop laughing and Grace just stared.

Our house is definitely like a circus so I guess it is good Pat and I love them!