Well, the busy busy month of May is over and so is all the graduation hoopla! Cheez graduated last Thursday, the graduation all-nighter that I helped to coordinate & chaperone was held immediately after, and then many weeks of preparation culminated in our big graduation bash for Cheez and Biz yesterday.

I can almost breathe again-- almost. I have a Kids' Club (Wed nite church) T-shirt project to figure out, exam tutoring at Cheez' school alma mater, and a wedding gift to make or buy this week. Then the wedding to attend this weekend and our Kids' Club trip to the Chicago zoo a week from today, and... and... and that's about it. Then I can really breathe and maybe even blog again.

Except that I was going to start "summer school extra lite" with the kids on the 10th. We'll see whether I actually do. Actually our last couple weeks of school (which we "finished" on the 22nd) were extra extra lite. Sometimes that's just what you have to do when life is busy.

Yesterday I scrambled til 5 pm, partied til 9 pm, hung out til 10, and cleaned up til 1:30. Today I looked at gifts and cards with Cheez until 3 am, slept til 10:30, decompressed over the phone with my mom til just after noon, decompressed with Cheez when she woke up at 1:00, and am still in my pj's at 2! My poor hubz worked just as hard as I did yesterday (although he went to bed several hours before I did) and has been hard at work since long before I was up. I'm a little spoiled, wouldn't you say? There is a truckload of cleanup still to be done, so perhaps I should get started on my day now.

I hope to be back in blogland a little more often now!

Fuzz is my budding Word Nerd and Lover of Dictionaries and Thesauruses. (Thesauri?) She loves looking up synonyms to use in her writing assignments and she loves finding out the meanings of words she comes across in her reading and during conversations. This has seemed to increase since she was given a huge tub of Nancy Drew books a month or so ago; apparently books written in the 1950's contain a veritable storehouse of fascinatingly unfamiliar words for an inquisitive ten-year-old. She is constantly either asking what words mean or looking them up herself. I think this word-fascination of hers is great fun.

Today she asked me what "tantalize" meant. Before I had a chance to answer, she was already looking it up in the green paperback student dictionary which she'd stolen from her brother's desk because "he never uses it anyway". (This is true.) She discovered that to tantalize means "to make miserable by showing something desirable but keeping it out of reach."

Fast-forward to this evening. Hubz & the youngers are in bed and I am on the computer. I hear little footsteps come up the stairs and realize that Fuzz has been in bed for over half an hour and I have again forgotten to go down and tuck her in. She's still a Mama's girl and my going down to her room to tuck her in bed a few minutes after she goes downstairs is still an integral part of our routine.

Except when I forget, as I have been doing lately.

"Oh," I say, sincerely apologetic . "Did I forget to tuck you in again?"  Getting up hastily from  the couch, I head toward the stairs with her. As I follow her back down, she sighs and laments, quite clearly:

"Three nights in a row of tantalizement..."

In other words, I suppose, I am making her miserable by keeping the much-adored tucking-in ritual just out of her reach. I tantalize her with promises of comings down and tuckings in and then fail to deliver.  Or something like that.

Okay, so maybe she gets only 4 out of 10 for usage. But give her a 9 for effort and 9.5 for vocabulary.  And the cuteness factor is definitely off the charts.

It's Friday the thirteenth and all is well in the land of WACKOS. Hubz and Spaz have taken off for a dad-son weekend at a friend's cottage up north, and Fuzz and I are settling down for a relaxed weekend at home. Cheez is here too, but like the 18-year-old that she is, she'll be in and out, probably mostly out. When she's in, she'll more often then not be napping or FaceBooking or doing homework.

So it's Girls' Weekend here, and I am in relax mode. With Hubz gone for a couple days, I can leave laundry in the living room and dishes drying in the "forbidden triangle" between sink & stove. I can get up late; I can throw together untimely, undernourishing meals; I can play work on my computer with toilets unscrubbed and carpet unvacuumed. (Well, OK, I do those things anyway, but with Hubz gone I can do them unapologetically.)

Fuzz, for her part, is relishing the idea of having Mom mostly to herself. And much as she loves her brother, she is already enjoying the thought of a couple days without the wonderful, ubiquitous Spaz Man dominating the environs.

(Ubiquitous [adj. yoo-BIK-wit-ess]: existing everywhere; present everywhere at once, or seeming to be. In other words, always drawing attention and/or being in someone's face. But we love him anyway.)

So Fuzz, having had a nicely productive and creative "school day", has been downstairs spending some quality one-on-one time with the Wii. Cheez, having arrived home from school, is taking a nap before going out again. And I, having taken some random pictures and done a wee bit of school prep and tidying up, have at long last settled onto the couch with the computer for some chill time of my own.

Of course, this is the signal for Fuzz to finish playing Wii and come upstairs.

No thanks, honey, I don't need more coffee. Why are you standing three feet away from me staring out the window? Yes, thank you for checking off your Wii tickets. Yes, it's light out for 6:30 pm. No, I still don't need more coffee. Do you have nothing better to do than walk in circles around the couch upon which I am sitting? No, this isn't my blog; it's someone else's. Don't you want to GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS AND PLAY WII?

I make BLTs for supper and do not serve baby carrots as an accompaniment. The two of us open a brand new bag of chips and consume half the contents. Afterwards we sit on the dining room floor with our backs to the chairs and our fronts to the heater vent and discuss Sunday School friends, whether she can start saying she's in 5th grade instead of 4th, the merits of private hidden diaries as opposed to journals that Mom looks at and assigns topics for, unchurched friends and being afraid that they'll go to hell but more afraid to tell them about Jesus. And then it is enough of that and time to play games.

Cheez comes in the door as Fuzz is announcing her choice of "Nicholas I, the czar during the Crimean War" as her choice of Notorious Person Beginning With N. She is duly impressed, as am I, since I would not have been able to name the czar who reigned during the Crimean War despite having read about him with my children a mere six weeks ago. I still manage to whomp all over Fuzz by a 19-point margin. I am not one for letting the kids win, although I do keep my competitive edge at bay and allow her much grace. I am quite certain this is the first time I have ever played Scattergories non-stop through all twelve cards. In order, of course, because this is Fuzz.

That finished, it is time for teeth-brushing, The Long Winter reading, and bed-going. For her.

While she settles under her covers with Nancy Drew, I return to my comfy chair and pick up the youth historical novel that Spaz had declined to read this week. (He'd had choices and chose another.) I read it through in an hour and a half, chat briefly with Cheez, and head for bed myself.

With my laptop and a bag of chocolate, of course.

As of this moment, there are eight empty wrappers (they're minis, okay? like little teensy minis. and one was a Special Dark, which cancels out at least three Mr Goodbars) and 23 minutes remaining. Oh, 22 now. I deliberately left the cord in the other room.

Tomorrow, Panera bagels for breakfast and deeply-discounted lunch at Cheez' restaurant after she finishes her shift. (Note to self: wear make-up and try not to look dorky in front of Cheez' boss & co-workers.) And more work on pics for Cheez' grad scrapbook, mini-books with Fuzz, and some blog time, and a bit of work on the computer & around the house.

Maybe I'll even put away the dishes and the laundry.

You'd think that, having been on my computer all afternoon and evening, I could have posted by now.  I hate it when I waste perfectly good blog time on school stuff.  *Sigh*  One of these days I'll get my priorities straight.

Some of that time I spent looking at curriculum online, but most of it I spent trying to tweak our schedule to see if I can make it work better for us. Figuring out "what works best" for a KWAD always takes a lot of trial and error.  I don't feel as though we do all that much, yet it still takes all day, and we rarely seem to have time & energy & happiness left for "fun" learning.  We really have to curb the dawdling and manage our time better.

Meanwhile back in blogland, I'm behind on my A B See posts and still haven't posted the bird pics I took at my class last week.  Oh well.

And wow... I got some really encouraging comments on my last post.  I want to address some of them in another post, but I'll be here for a couple hours if I even get started, and I don't have a couple hours at the moment.  So for the time being I'll just say Thanks to everyone who commented.

I can't be long here, because I have an IEW DVD to fall asleep to watch yet tonight.  So I'm just going to do a quick post of "Sunday Snippets" or something like that-- you know, little random pieces of stuff from the past week.

"Quick"; har, har.  "I" and "quick" do not even belong in the same paragraph, let alone the same sentence.  Nevertheless, here goes...

*The kids filled up our marble jar last week, so we had a "game day" on Monday.  We did history and piano practice, but no other schoolwork.  I told them I'd play any game they could agree on, so they taught me a simple poker game that Hubz had taught them.  Me and my big mouth.  It was one of those games of pure luck, no strategy involved.  Highly educational, that.  Don't tell anybody we played poker during school hours.  In the afternoon some friends came over and the boys played Catan, so I'm thinking that sort of makes up for the poker.

*Monday night, as mentioned in my last post, I went to Panera Bread and worked on resume and editing on my laptop and pretended to be someone important.  I did the same thing Thursday night.  Tuesday night Hubz & I went there together to celebrate a Quarter Century Of Knowing Each Other and we actually bought food and not just coffee.  I even deviated from my usual U-Pick-2 combo of Mediterranean Veggie Sandwich and Greek Salad and got a turkey bacon bravo & brocolli cheese soup (Biz' fave combo) instead.  Wow, look at me step out of my box.  Then I worked on my resume some more and he designed things on napkins because that's what old married people do on dates.  But we did have some good laughs over the "profile" I was trying to write.

*At some point during the week when I was actually alone in my van, I was thinking about how I have half a gazillion CDs in the van but almost always drive with nothing on.  That thought evoked a rather disturbing picture in my brain, so I amended it (because I even edit my thoughts) to "drive with nothing in the CD player".

*In our Wednesday night Kids' Club, we study a different animal and corresponding character trait each week, and this week it was Oxen and Teamwork.  So we hauled the kids outside into 15-degree temps and my co-teacher Mr Mark and I sat on plastic sleds on the ice in the parking lot while various groups of kids attempted to pull us with a wooden "yoke" that hooked the ropes of the sleds together.  The problem is that Mr Mark weighs about twice as much as I do, so we had sort of a crack-the-whip effect going whereby his sled wouldn't budge and mine flew all over the place.

*Friday afternoon, while still very cold, was quite sunny, so Hubz did some "truck sledding" with the kids in the front yard.  Um, yes, I'm afraid that is what is sounds like.  He hooks their sleds to the back of his SUV (using the "yoke" he'd made for that purpose, which happened to be the same one we'd borrowed for Kids' Club) and pulls them around and sometimes tries to make them fly off.  Well, hey.  Y'all down there in hillbilly country don't get snow, so somebody has to do some hillbilly sleddin' for ya.

*Friday evening we went to dinner at the home of Spaz' friend's family and had us some elk roast.  The friend's mom --who is also my friend, thanks to our boys-- was not just the one who fixed the roast; she's also the one who had shot the elk.  Talk about bringing home the bacon and frying it up in the pan... Anyway, that was our first and perhaps only taste of elk.  It was quite good and tasted very similar to a beef roast.

*Saturday evening we watched "Gifted Hands: the Ben Carson Story" on TNT.  I never pay attention to what's going to be on TV, so I'm glad my dad had given us a heads-up on this.  For those who haven't heard of him, Ben Carson was a fatherless, high-risk inner-city kid who, thanks to his illiterate but highly dedicated mother who refused to let him waste his potential, grew up to become the best neurosurgeon in the world.  He is also a committed Christian, and that was portrayed very clearly in the movie.  I thought it was very well done, as well as being an inspiring story.  I didn't "make" anybody else watch it with me, but I knew that if I had it on, they'd get sucked into it.  I was right.  Even Cheez couldn't help herself.  I think it's playing again next Saturday afternoon; check your listings.  It's worth watching.  At least I think so, but then again, I'm not much of a TV conniseour.

So that was my week, or the interesting parts of it anyway, and... Oh, look at the time!  It is totally too late for a date with the infamous Mr P.  (That's the IEW dude, for the uninitiated.)  I suppose I can try to get up early and watch it in the morning.

Yes, I know-- the chances of my doing that are about the same as the chances of my writing a "quick" blogpost.  Oh well.  A girl can dream.

So Cheez is sitting on the sofa where she has been camped for the last six days trying to recover from her annual winter Lay On the Couch And Drink Tea And Ginger Ale festival, when all of a sudden her nose starts bleeding in torrents.  I grab the box of tissues for her, snatch the computer off her lap, and thrust her mug of tea at Hubz, then stand idly by for the next ten minutes as she blots her face with tissue after tissue after tissue after...

"I oughtta just stick a tampon up my nose," she comments from behind a tissue.

"You know," I reply, "you just might have something there."

Nose Tampons.  It's a brilliant idea, no?

Although perhaps a different name would enhance product marketability.

(Sorry.  Still waiting for the elusive convergence of blogtime and intelligent thought.)

I feel as though as was up until 3 am sewing pajama pants.  Maybe because I was  up until 3 am sewing pajama pants.  Probably not the brightest thing to do, but hey.  Sometimes it is late by the time I kick it into gear, and I just have to keep going while I'm on a roll.

My computer and/or internet connection is acting as though it was up until 3 am sewing pajama pants, so we'll see whether I actually manage to get this posted.

I am pretty pleased with myself.  I got my MIL's photo collage finished in one day (well, OK, I was actually 2 hours into the next day, unless we say that "day" doesn't start until sunrise, so let's say that).  Then yesterday I painted wooden wall decorations for my sibs' family gift bags and got those all done in one day, and then followed up with the aforementioned pajama pants, which are now finished as well.  (I have 2 pair yet to go, however.)

Meanwhile Hubz has been hard at work in his shop the last few weeks building gifts for the kids.  He did this last year and enjoyed it so much that he is back at it again.

And here's what I wrote about that last week, when I actually wrote most of this post.  (As happens often, I kept falling asleep in the middle of blogging, thus it did not get finished and posted at that time.)  Anyway, I wrote:  "I am glad he is finding and nurturing his creative bent once again.  Glad and a bit jealous, as I have yet to dig up and revive my own creative spirit.  The juices just aren't flowing, and haven't for a long time.  I am making a gift for each of the kids; I saw how special it was for him to do that last year and wanted to get it on it myself.  But I'm not really doing anything creative.  I have a problem with my left brain trying to horn in on whatever my right brain is trying to do, with the sad result that my creative efforts & inspirations tend to get shipwrecked on the rocks of perfectionism & overanalysis.  I just don't want the inevitable frustration that that whole scenario produces.  So for my homemade gifts, I'm just sewing -- a fleece poncho for Fuzz & pajama pants for the other three.  It's a start.  Maybe next year I'll venture into something more artistic & imaginative."

I am feeling a little  bit better about my creative juices now.  The project for my MIL helped.  I was a little creative with last night's pj pants, too.  I'm getting there.  Anyway, on with the rest of the post, which is actually about Hubz' creations and not mine...

Back to Hubz and his gifts.  He's a create-as-you-go guy and it's been really fun to watch his ideas take shape.  I am the only one allowed to see anything.  It is all so cool.  He has similar theme for each piece, but with very different interpretations.  There's been some frustration along the way as well, as he gets "builder's block" or finds that something he thought would work actually doesn't, but he's pushed through.  I'm proud of his persistence and admire his skill and originality.  I can hardly wait til the kids see what he made them.

I will try to be good and post pics after Christmas.  Meanwhile, it has occured to me that I never did get around to posting my pics of the stuff that he made for them last Christmas.  So to whet your appetite for what's coming, I now present the Hubz Giftz of 2007...

This piano-themed shelf for Cheez is what started it all last year.  He built it just a couple weeks before Christmas and was so happy with it that he decided to build something for each of the others.  Cheez was quite happy with it, too.

He's quite the talented dude, isn't he?  Next up was a TV/gaming stand for Biz...

The TV sits on top.  There are two slots one the left to hold Guitar Hero guitars and a drawer in the middle for controllers.  (As though controllers actually get put back in drawers.)

Huz had had a bit of a scare with that one, as the first coat of finish was still drying when we were hit on December 23 with a blizzard that knocked our power out for 33 hours.  He was afraid the shop would get too cold and the finish would be ruined, but thankfully it survived!

The storm also prohibited the completion of Spaz' & Fuzz' gifts before Christmas, so they had the fun and anticipation of waiting for theirs.  Spaz got his on the 27th:

What do you mean, What is that?  Isn't it obvious?  Yeah, I didn't think so.

The close-up helps for sure, right?  No?  Okay, I'll tell you.  It's a "tower" for army guys and Lego people, complete with working elevator (which is what you see in the close-up here).  That might seem a bit juvenile for a 12-year-old, but you have to know Spaz.  He will probably take army guys and Lego people to college with him (and maybe even on his honeymoon, just in case he & his bride end up in a town without a McDonald's Playland).

Spaz' gift was the most frustrating of all to build as it involved a lot of trial and error.  Hubz says "Never again".  Fuzz', on the other hand, was a lot of fun for him and a creation that he just might consider making more of.  She got hers a couple days before New Year's.

Is that a cool easel or what?  That roll of paper at the top is 1100 feet.  She's used the easel profusely and still has a lot of paper left.

Would you say my Hubz is talented?  Just a little?

So those were last year's presents.  And if you think those were pretty cool, just wait til you see what he's working on this year.  I will try very hard to not make you wait a whole year!

I just had to take time out of my busyness to get that posted.  (After all, once he's presented this year's gifts, those pics from last year will be really anti-climatic!)  But this is probably it for me til after Christmas.  Otherwise only half my kids will get their gifts from me.  And other stuff will get neglected too, like food and gift-wrapping.  Not a good thing.  So no more posting for me for a few days.

Have yourself a wonderful Christmas!

And another week goes by.  Ever notice that the more bloggable stuff you have, the less time you have to actually blog about it?

Here's how my weekday schedule has gone for the last week-and-a-half:

Daytime- do school with the kids; go somewhere and/or do stuff around the house related to food and/or Christmas.

Evening- go somewhere.

Night- settle into my comfy chair with my computer, begin downloading photos or reading blogs, and promptly fall asleep; wake up in the wee hours in my chair, close the computer, and go back to sleep.

EVERY DAY.  Really.

And weekends...

Daytime- go somewhere; go somewhere else and/or do stuff around the house related to food and/or Christmas.

Evening- do stuff around the house related to food and/or Christmas.

Night- same as weekdays.

I thought I would get a little time yesterday afternoon to sit and relax with the computer before decorating the tree, but no.  I yakked after church and got home late, then ended up having to help Cheez with clean-up after dinner.  By the time that was all said & done, it was 4 pm already and Fuzz was clamoring to decorate.  I told her, "Forty minutes.  Give me forty minutes and then I promise we'll do it."  I settled in my chair, opened my computer, and started downloading a week's worth of pics.  Spaz likewise settled into the chair at the computer desk to kill some Tokugawans or whatever it was he'd been looking forward to doing.  Meanwhile Hubz, who does not actually know the meaning of the word "relax", looked out the window and said, "Hey, with the snow melting and all, it would be a great time to tip the trampoline and get all the snow off it before we get pummeled again tonight."

There went Spaz' war with the Tokugawans and twenty of my forty minutes.  And when we were finished tipping the trampoline, I brilliantly remarked that while we were at it, we may as well just take the whole mat off so we wouldn't have to deal with snow on the tramp all winter.  And that took care of my other twenty minutes.  Decorating the tree pretty much consumed the rest of the day and evening, and then I opened up my computer and fell asleep in my chair.

So the blog has been neglected.  (Well, mostly.  I started two blog posts during the last week, but they don't count since I never actually finished and posted them.)  But I am much further along with gifts and decorating than I usually am at this point, and that is a very good thing.  I also am much less stressed than I normally am at Christmas time.  I still have some projects to do over the next 10 days, and some school --just math & history-- to do with the kids this week.  But most of the running is done.  I think I get to stay home all day and evening today and tomorrow; hooray!

'Tis the season.  I'll try to get back here before too long!

Oh my; it has been a week since I posted.  And it has NOT been for lack of good blogging material, I can assure you.  It's just that everything I've thought of posting would take more time than I can spare.

But I'd better post something, so here goes...

A few observations from the past week:

(1) You know you have strange children when they go around the house singing, to the tune of "Eleanor Rigby":  "Aaahhh, step on all the lonely thumbtacks/ Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow/ Aaahhh, step on all the lonely thumbtacks...."

(2) After piano lessons, Fuzz told me she'd been given a piece fromThe Nutcracker called, "The Fairies of Sugar Plum Creek, or something like that."  Anyone want to venture a guess as to which Little House book we've been reading?

(3) I washed the jeans that Spaz had inadvertently borrowed for a day.  I put them on and discovered a hole in the knee.  After one day.

(4) I should have followed my gut and NOT allowed Spaz to read a library book in the bathtub.

Our week also included story-writing, sledding, shopping, going to my neices' musical, and starting to decorate for Christmas.

This has been Life At The WACKOS.  Stay tuned.

To follow up yesterday's post about underwear, I'm following up with one about boots, sandals, socks and pants.  Trust me, this was totally unplanned.

My winter boots are ones I originally bought for Biz.  Mine wore out around the same time he outgrew these, so I swiped them.  Somehow I've managed to retain possession of them in spite of Cheez & Spaz, perhaps because someone gave us a pair in the same size shortly thereafter.

I also have a well-worn pair of summer sandals that were passed on to me (in considerably better condition) by Cheez.  I'd purchased them for her so she wouldn't wear her beloved duct-taped sport slides to church; she was never that thrilled with them and was only to happy to give them back as soon as her big toe gave the slightest hint of overhanging the sole.  They've served as my everyday summer footwear ever since, and it shows.

These things were passed on to me years ago, and I remember thinking at the time, "I know my kids are getting older when I'm wearing their hand-me-downs."

More recently, Spaz was in need of navy blue socks one day and so I loaned him my favorite pair.  (They were technically women's socks but looked plenty masculine enough.)  He liked them and tried to keep them.  Now we fight over them.  Because the kids sort and fold the laundry, those socks (my socks) usually end up in his drawer.  I bought him his own pair (yes, in the women's department) and he still ends up with mine.

Sharing socks with Mom is one thing.  I don't think he'd want to share any other clothes; nor would I.

That's all I have about the footwear, but hang on.  Now I'm going to tell you a story about a pair of jeans.  It will all tie in here by the end, I promise.

A couple months ago as I was going through clothes to see what he had for the fall & winter, I came across a pair of black jeans that had once belonged to Biz.  "I don't really like those," Spaz remarked.  "They're not all that comfortable."  Spaz doesn't think any jeans are comfortable and usually wears them only when he has nothing else clean.  I set them aside, as he had plenty of other pants.

Several weeks later we were shopping, and Spaz came across a black & gray crew-neck shirt that he really liked.  I agreed that it would be nice for church, but said, "I'm only buying it if you'll wear those black jeans; none of your other pants will really go with it."  He consented and I bought the shirt.  The problem was, once we got home we found that the jeans seemed to have disappeared.  They weren't in his drawer, nor were they on his closet shelf with the off-season clothes.  Perhaps I'd put them with some clothes I'd given away.  This was rather a bummer.

Last week I was doing laundry and came across the long-lost black jeans at the bottom of the jeans hamper.  Hooray, we still had them; I hadn't wasted money on the black-&-gray shirt after all.  The jeans were washed, dried, folded, and put in Spaz' drawer, and on Sunday (yesterday) I laid them out with the new shirt and he put them on.

When I looked at him at church, I thought to myself that the jeans didn't seem to fit very well.  They were baggy in the behind and just plain ill-fitting, and they didn't look great on him.  So much for that outfit.  As the day went on, however, I really didn't think much about it.

Then this morning I was looking for my own black jeans and couldn't find them.

You already know where this is going, don't you?  I found the jeans he'd worn to church yesterday on his floor in a heap, where clothes always seem to be deposited despite the rule they they need to be hung on a hook.  I took a closer look at them, and... sure enough...

Oh boy.

I went to the storage closet and took one last look through the bin of Biz' hand-me-downs.  There hidden at the bottom was a pair of size 14 black jeans.  I don't think it was the same pair I'd remembered from before; they were a totally different style, and if they were the same ones, they wouldn't have been at the bottom of the box.  Doubtless I had given the others away, but no matter.  We had a pair now.

I carried them up to his room and said, "Hey Bud, I found these in the Biz box.  I don't think the ones you wore yesterday were a great fit."  "No," he agreed, "I didn't like them.  They felt weird."  Yeah, I bet.  If only you knew.  Breathing a sigh of relief, I picked them up and said, "Let's just get rid of them and you can wear this other pair instead."

Into the hamper went Sunday's black jeans --my black jeans-- and onto Spaz' wiry teenage bod went the nice, well-fitting, masculine-looking boys' black jeans.  They looked wonderful with the black-&-gray shirt, and all was right with the world again.

I can't think of too many things that would gross out a 13-year-old boy more than knowing that he wore his mother's pants, and in public yet.  He will never know.  Unless you tell him, and you won't.

Now if only I could get my socks back...