So I am not a good blogger.
And what I mean by that is I do not follow my life around with a camera and take great pictures that will lead to a fantastic story.
Instead, I suppose I will have to tell you what happened!
4 tweenage girls, in 3rd and 4th grade, all sleeping over at my house last night.
The aftermath of their loves?
One broken headboard on Amy’s Bed.
A consumed bottle of Red Crush- which they used for a bloody refreshment.
Crumbs on (and in) my couch from the s’mores and cookies.
8 Advil removed from my bottle (for Mom of course- throughout the duration of the evening and morning, mind you.)
One 20 minute Skype conversation with April at midnight, complete with screaming, singing, and acting silly.
And, of course, Cinnamon rolls for breakfast (which we are fixing at 12:45).
So right now, they are begging for the computer back, and I’m going to wrap this up. Because I am out-numbered. And that’s a dangerous position to be in.
But the sleepover queens are pleased with the night’s events.
And I cannot WAIT for Matt to come home so I can spend Saturday sleeping in.
tales of the cupcake part one
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