On Saturday night I usually listen to 2 kids fighting and yelling absurdities like "I'm Hungary" "I need a drink" " I'm bored" "The dog pooped on the floor again!!!!!" "Bella bit me" All this with Ryan in the background picking away on the taylor sometimes the electric.....I'm cleaning from 8:00 am till 8:00 pm usually. Those 3 can really fuck up some shit when I'm gone.
Usually wake up on Sunday morning to "with the lights out" or "appetite for destruction" here lately...and a miniature Gail nestled up beside me in the same position i am and she looks at me all sweet and asks for some juice.
I am the most exciting person you will ever know
