I just wanted to take a minute and issue a blatant threat to the mystery caller that decided to call at 6:40 am on a Saturday morning and wake up my entire household. I'll assume there was no urgency or emergency that made it necessary to call that early, because you left no message.
I will hunt you down. You can try to run and hide, but rest assured I will find you. Actually, I prefer that you DON'T rest. Toss and turn all night long worrying about how I may pop out from behind any corner and hurl a poop-filled pair of pull-ups at your face. Or two. Or I'll find your trunk and dump the entire trash bag FILLED with the week's worth of stinky old pull-ups. That should smell nice simmering in the 103* heat for a few hours.
You'll have to excuse me, but I'm a tad cranky. I stayed up late last night watching Dateline and listening to Michael Jackson songs, hoping that for once the boys would sleep in past 6:30. And they did...until YOU called and ruined my chance of getting more than 6 hours of sleep.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.