My mother asked the kiddos if they wanted to go spend the night at her house tonight, and the answer was a resounding (so RESOUNDING it hurt my ears) yes. So tonight the kiddos are playing and eating and fighting at grammy’s house.
What are we doing? Are we rolling around nekked on the kitchen floor? (no, too much dog slobber)
Are we planning dinner out at a delicious new restaurant? (No, too expensive – and no new restaurants ever move in here anyway)
Are we going to go somewhere exotic where they serve you drinks with little umbrellas?
Right now, Scott’s in the bedroom on our desktop. I’m in the dining room on my laptop. I’m working. He’s working.
We’re oh so wild…