Trina and the kids had an evening filled with activities. Since I did not get home until late they had already left meaning I would be home alone tonight. I am sure that the thoughts of me being home alone strikes fear in the heart of my wife. Not that she is worried about me; quite the contrary she is worried about what I might do. It seems as though trouble always follows me and tends to jump out from behind a corner to scare the living daylights out of us when we least expect it. It’s kind of like the Home Alone movie with me playing the parts of the little boy Kevin but also the bad guy Marv. Don’t ask me to explain it; it just seems to happen. I can assure you; it’s no cake walk for me either. You try explaining how you hit yourself in the head with a paint can some time.