My weekend at Ben's

Somewhere in one of my familys blogs this comment was made. "you bunch of jackals." Somehow that seems to fit a couple of my family members. My car engine wasn't even cold from the trip to Yorkton and Carol, Margaret and Mitz are all at me like a jackal at something dead. Mitz so graciously wants to call a truce to the correction thing and at the end threatens everyone if they don't behave. Idle threat of course, you little pipsqueak. Who could you hurt?
Ahh, that's why I like being in the family I am. Couldn't think of a better place to be.
A good chunk of my weekend with Ben was spent in the basement working. If I had not forgot some of my tools, if I was a better handyman, if I was faster handyman, if I didn't get distracted so easy by Ben, if, if, if, if, if. All in all it was a good weekend. We got quite a bit done. Angie painted like crazy. Becky mudded. Chris babysat Ben *whine*. And I did some carpentry, and played with Ben. I taught him the ryhme, No more monkeys jumping on the bed, of course this has to happen as you are jumping on the bed. Poor little guy tried it all by himself and fell off the bed. We were to busy to go playing in the puddles, but next time we definitly will. Have to go to town and get ready for our missions conference tonight so see you all later you bunch of Jackals.