No, I'm not married to a clown. Well...no, no, I guess I'm not married to a clown. (Ahem, Carl reads my blog) Can you believe Cale even let 'Casper' hold him looking like this? This is my husband after a long, hard day of spraying the ceilings at our new house. What's really funny is, my dad had to pick up my niece Abree at her preschool on Thursday because my sister was home with a sick little one. Dad had been spraying all day at our house and looked like Carl, but even worse. Needless to say, they checked dad's ID before letting him take Abree. I'm sure all the kids had nightmares that night. I bet my dad forget he even had paint on him. That's my dad.