Woman vs Dead Animals: Epic Battle Continues..

So, I bought & ordered this absolutely killer pair of black leather boots (pictured) which were delivered to me yesterday.(I don't make my Hubby support my shoe habit, so he can't complain.) So, he recently graced our living room walls with YET ANOTHER dead animal. (Not that I'm not proud of him, but cripes, enough already!) I told him that if he insisted on filling the house with dead animals, I was going to fill it with LIVE ones. (good strategy, right??) As I sit admiring my new boots, which I considered wearing to bed, here is our convo; (..you'll laugh, trust me)

NIKKI: "So, now that you have another dead animal on the wall, I get a new live animal now."

JAKE: "You just got your 'sexy' boots that you bought."

NIKKI: "What does that have to do with it? You have 3 DEAD animals on the WALL."

JAKE: "Well, how many pairs of shoes do you have in the closet?"

NIKKI: "What does that matter? Should I start hanging my STILETTOS from the CEILING??"

(I win.)

Toilet Training My Husband; And Other Seemingly Impossible Feats

When my little brother was potty-training, my mom would drop a Cheerio in the toilet so he could "practice his aim". I'm considering trying the same trick with my husband, because GOOD GRIEF! Are you guys even TRYING in there? Or is it some horrible fire-hose-like-scene that I dare not even try to imagine. SERIOUSLY, I'm not understanding the problem here, guys. You even have an 'aiming device' installed , and you can't hit that 12" hole? BUT YOU CAN WRITE YOUR NAME? Are you just standing back, and letting nature do the work? Does it BITE?? HOLD ONTO THAT THING, and AIM!!

..Or it's back to Cheerios.