of all the weird things I do, this is a pretty good one. As far as weirdness goes.
When Dan got up this morning, he walked into the hall, then came back to tell me that Jamie must have had a dirty diaper in his sleep, as the whole house stank. I told him to check him. He came back to say James had not, in fact, sullied himself. Dan proceeded downstairs to make coffee and realized the broth I was making in the crock pot overnight was the the stinky culprit. And soooooooooo, that is how my crock pot happened to be on my front porch with the cord laced through the mail slot.