The bad devil

We have had some talks at our house about the choices we make. Alyssa has gone throught the phase of telling lies and we would ask her why she lied and she would say that the bad devil told her to. I think Phil was telling them a story at bed time about one of his patients last year in the ER who had put both a nail and a screw into her head. The girls were wondering why she would do such a thing and Phil explained that she had bad voices in her head. So Alyssa tells me she sometimes listens to the bad devil and pulls McKell's hair or tells a lie. She is starting to realize what she shouldn't do and has been doing a lot better telling the truth.
I was complaining to a friend yesterday about how much I HATE the fact that my husband never knows when he will be coming home for the day. I guess the newness of this 'life' has worn off and I am offically over it. It was really bothering me and my sweet friend called me up and told me about a wonderful man in our ward who was given his last 24 hours to live, he has cancer. We talked about how great it is to have good health and be glad that our husbands can go to work and help people. So I told the bad devil to stop telling me to feel sorry for myself and be happy that Phil comes home after work and enjoys being with the kids and me.


I am in love with these pettiskirts and have decided that my girls NEED them for Easter. I told Phil about them and how much they cost and he about flipped and said no way. I know they are way too much money, but the bad devil tells me it will be worth it. A friend of mine told Phil the other day that I was the one who was rational and conservative in our group in regards to spending money. You should've seen Phil's face, he had to pick up his jaw off the floor. Since I am loosing my identity out here in Iowa I think (the bad devil included) that I should buy these skirts, I mean I have been doing so good if I have this identity. Don't you think they are SO CUTE!