Eight sleeping bags
Chocolate ice cream
Ninety minute TV movie
Three brothers spawned from the belly of the beast
Writhing, giggling, shrieking, running, leaping, teasing, screaming, singing, sneaking
Party on this weekend, readers! Sleeping is for babies. (We wish.)
Yet another happy indicator that all my suffering is self-imposed.
Posted by Karen Maezen Miller at 8:22 PM