You won’t believe this! Mimseigh gets special treatment, this is nothing new, I can live with that. But mom has started photographing the little menace’s poop! No, this was not a misprint, the woman is taking pictures of poop! She says the poop resembles the shape of a heart! Really? Heart shaped poop? What’s next? Barf that smells like lilacs! Just so we all have this straight, the sack of wrinkles poops on the floor and mom acts like the paparazzi at a Lady GaGa sighting! I poop on the floor, I get the business end of a fly swatter! Yeah, sounds fair to me. A while back, I had a poop which looked like Andy Rooney, without the nose and ear hair of course, but still, Andy stinking Rooney! You would have thought 60 minutes was ending right there on the dining room floor! Did mom take pictures? No! I was just a bad girl! An Andy Rooney pooping bad girl! We did have another harrowing event in the middle of the night last week! As I was lying on the couch, enjoying my beauty sleep, a terrible storm came rumbling through! The next thing you know, a siren went off, which brings dad running down the stairs in a stupor, just like during the fire, wearing nothing but his underwear! You’d think he would have learned his lesson after the fire, but no, there he was, running toward the basement like a Wisconsin Senator running toward an Illinois Holiday Inn, wearing nothing but his tighty whities! Poor guy, he was so distressed, he forgot to grab his little Princey girl on the way to the basement again! Mom was close behind dad, with the kids following quickly behind! The next thing you know, this roar came over the house, you could feel the house shake! Dad described the roar as the sound of a freight train. In fact, every time he repeated the story, he would say “it sounded like a freight train...” If you would have busted out one or two of his front teeth and put him in front of a trailer park, you would have swore you were watching the ten o’clock news!