"Murphy was an optimist!"
I am addicted to my wife January 13, 2015 7:22 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, FamilyI have an addiction to Cathy.
add a commentIndividuals who regularly cuddle can become addicted to each other. They can experience oxytocin withdrawal when apart.
From the mouths of babes December 2, 2014 7:55 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Evan, Family, From the mouths of babesCathy: "Evan, do you have any self control?!"
Evan, 9: "No but…"
From the mouths of babes November 28, 2014 7:31 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, From the mouths of babesCathy: "I’m getting in the shower to shave my head."
Cathy: *glowers*
Cathy: "This is why you don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee."
From the mouths of babes November 28, 2014 7:28 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, From the mouths of babes, TommyCathy: "Why are you laying on the floor?"
Tommy: "Because it annoys Dad."
At least he is honest.
add a commentWhat do you want to eat? November 12, 2014 1:18 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, Of Being DadLanguage warning! I so relate to this video.
add a commentI thought I was going to laugh at a fart joke…I didn’t know I was going to cry September 8, 2014 9:32 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Deep Thoughts, Family, PhilosophyFrom the mouths of babes November 28, 2013 10:04 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, From the mouths of babesCathy: "I smell a skunk! Oh, it’s your coffee."
add a commentMusical Boobies! October 8, 2013 2:04 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, From the mouths of babesWhen my wife walked through the room with music projecting from her chest, I knew she had an iPhone tucked in her bra, but I couldn’t resist declaring, "Musical boobies!" and hugging her with my ear pressed to one.
Of course, she grinned and replied, "I knew you were going to say that." Then, when I attempted to dial in a different station and turn up the volume, she frowned.
add a commentFrom the mouths of babes August 17, 2013 11:14 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Evan, From the mouths of babesEvan, 8 years old holding 3 week old kitten: "You know how they say they always land on their feet?"
Mom: "NO! Don’t drop the kitty!"
Happy Mother’s Day! May 12, 2013 9:21 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Holiday, Mother's DayIn particular, I want to thank the love of my life, Cathy, for being such an awesome mother to our children! Additionally, I am so lucky to have been raised by a great, caring mother who made me a priority. I am fortunate to have a fantastic mother-in-law in our children lives. And I have a wonder grandmother who never misses a birthday. There have been so many other mother figures and mothers in my life and my children’s lives that I would have to type all day simply to recognize them all.
Happy Mother’s Day! This goes out to all. Mothers come in all forms, with or without child, regardless of gender, you are there for us!
add a commentBad foreplay April 20, 2013 10:26 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, From the mouths of babes, Of Being DadOne should not stare at his naked wife, pause, and casually suggest, "we should start riding bikes as a family."
add a commentFrom the mouths of babes January 8, 2013 5:27 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, From the mouths of babesCathy: "Spit the cat out!"
add a commentSunday Grumpies January 6, 2013 2:37 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, Of Being DadEvery Sunday my wife claims I walk around the house grumpy and muttering about the things that didn’t get done in time for the next week. As my vacation is ending, I wanted to try extra hard not to give this impression so I came upstairs with what I thought was a happy, good attitude. So where’s the wife? Hiding in the basement to stay away from my grumpiness.
add a commentHow to make Mom frown January 1, 2013 3:26 pm
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Daily Life, Family, From the mouths of babes, Gimli, Noah, Of Being Dad, Pets
Dad: "Noah come here for an important PSA."
Dad: "Curiosity killed the cat. Satisfaction brought him back. But only in a fable. In real life, cats don’t come back."
Noah: "Ok."
Dad: "But the cat came back for it wouldn’t stay away."
Dad: "Well, he came back in a song. But not real life."
Dad: "So, the cat has taken to climbing into the dryer."
Dad: "And if you ran the dryer with the cat in it you know what that would mean?"
Dad: "It would mean that our furniture wouldn’t get further scratched up."
Dad: "All joking aside."
Dad: "It would be bad to run the dryer with the cat in it."
Dad: "Because it is really difficult to get the smell of cooked cat out of cotton."
Saturday night / Sunday morning December 16, 2012 7:48 am
Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Cathy, Christmas, Daily Life, Family, HolidayFor Medical Malady Saturday, I tried slicing off the tip of my finger at William Sonoma (last night). Did not have a drop of alcohol, medication, pain pill, or other intoxicant. Woke up this morning feeling hung over.
As for William Sonoma, Cathy and I were looking for a shrimp fork and I stumbled onto their shaved ice machine
The scary thing is that, unlike other machines I have seen which only activate when the lid is closed over the blades, this machine has a toggle on/off switch meaning I (or a child) could have stupidly reached the blades while the machine was in operation.
I bet the quality of shaved ice produced by this machine is excellent. Despite the plastic, it is a nice looking appliance.
So, the second I felt my finger contact the blade I yanked my hand out of the machine and shoved it into the palm of my other hand applying a lot of pressure. I knew it was bad. I told Cathy, "I did something stupid." She wanted to see but I was afraid I’d spray blood across the store so I walked to an employee and quietly and calmly said, "I cut myself on one of your appliances. I need to use your bathroom." She replied, "We cannot let you in our bathroom but there are bathrooms in the food court." I explained that I was bleeding badly and asked if she could kindly bring me a paper towel. She returned a moment later to invite me into their special kitchen in the employee only space (by the way, it’s like Santa’s workshop back there) but they would not allow my wife to come with me. I ran my hand under cold water. The staff were very kind and attentive yet seemed flustered. 
I suspect this store could use a little more emergency preparedness training. They couldn’t find paper towels. They brought a spray antiseptic asking if I wanted that. They didn’t seem to know where their first aid kit was. They offered a variety of "maybe" suggestions. Maybe this will help. Maybe that will help. I was calm and jovial the entire time. Several times I explained it was my own stupidity and "no big deal." Finally I said, "It’s okay. I’m trained in first aid." The person with me visibly breathed a sigh of relief. I asked for a dry paper towel noting a bandaid would not stick on a wet hand. We put the bandaid on tightly and added a second for good measure. They handed me a bandaid for the road. I filled out some paperwork. Thanked them. And promptly left the store. I’d taken the happiness out of our shopping for the evening.
