This spring has been a wet and cold one. Here is Kim moving the lawn in the rain. Later that night while eating dinner Phil called to let me know that he will not be coming home that night. So I suggest a chick flick night. Ysabel asks does that mean we are going to flick our chickens. I explain that is means we rent movies with less fighting and more kissing. She only thinks this over for a moment before replying Ill take the fighting.