We went to our friends' place for supper and shakes (our own hand made creations of many strange and wonderful varieties), and a game of phase ten. The supper was wonderful but we got ourselves thoroughly and hopelessly stomped at the game. While we were busy getting ourselves whipped, the boys were destroying the girls playroom. We discovered a mess that stopped us cold in our tracks. But we were so tired, it ended up being funny. As you can tell David and David (yeah, it gets pretty confusing) had us laughing as we "made the best of a bad situation". It took all of us to get the room put back into even a hint of order.
Um, Dear? That's not where most folks wear their tutu.
But you do look cute in pink.
Thanks David and Valerie for a great meal, we really do owe you one. But I wouldn't blame you if you promptly hang a "no boys allowed" sign on your front door. I've taken on the task of trying to make my boys into more tidy, respectable, civilized creatures, and it's lookin' like it's gonna be a long ride...
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