To sum up? I've got six 10 year old girls running roughshod over my house as I type, leaving wet towels, giggle fits, and scattered food in their wake. I feel like ET when he landed at Elliot's house; what IS this place?
Thankfully, my Saint of a Mom said she'd keep Mutt and Jeff for the night, so we've avoided any bull charges into the bedroom, stealing of hair care products, and most of all, no utterances of the phrase "wanna see my willy?"
When I left them, they were tickling my Mom's old butter churn she has in her kitchen and giggling like Cheech and Chong in "Up in Smoke". Why? Who knows? You'd be better off trying to figure out why Wendy's has square hamburgers, what in the world we are spending billions of dollars with a probe on Mars when we've got gas at $4 a gallon, a debt my great, great Grandchildren will be paying off, and how does Al Roker still have a job?
It boggles the mind.
Finally, a big high five to The Large Father for becoming a U.S. Citizen today.
Well done, Big Papi.
Now THAT is how you dress to become a citizen of the United States.