Last night I got a good look at how ridiculous my life really is. A friend of mine in the midst of moving (and without a place to stay for the night), slept over at my house, and there's nothing like seeing yourself through someone elses eyes to realize how nuts you are. How Bernadette and I talk to the dogs (and how we change our voices to have them talk back); how phrases like, "Whatever!" "What the fuck!" and "You bastard!" are common place; how at any time there will be someone running, yelling, throwing up (usually a dog), chewing on something, or eating; and while our guest went to bed around 11:30 (we all had to be up at 7:30) Bernadette, I, and the dogs all packed into her room to watch Queer Eye for the Straight guy till about 1. That's right, we're a house of crazies, and we wouldn't have it any other way. ...unless of course DCFS splits us up.