
The other day I was remembering when we first moved to St. George and we lived with ma and pa Scott. We slept in the living room, which was just off of the kitchen, so very early in the morning we would hear a loud crackling... then stop...crackling...stop...crackling. It was Jaren (or "Fire") getting his mug filled with ice from the freezer door before heading off to work-- which was driving a linen truck-- which required him to wear shorts-- which reminded me of Doug on the King of Queens. Anyway Jaren was trying to be nice and not be loud, but the pausing and then some made it much worse and just dragged on the loudness. That is probably why I get so irritated when my girls are getting ice and they keep pushing for the ice again and again and again....it reminds me of being woken up so early in the morning, many years ago.

