Last night I had a little beer party in my living room. I quite enjoy sitting around drinking beer in my own home. The ladies who came over are witty, funny, and dare I say charming. (Mary! Nola! Bethany!) Those four hours or so really flew by, and then when they left all I had to do was recycle the beer bottles and I could go to bed.
My little girls are up in Lake Geneva with my mom and dad, and so we’ve been DINKS all week (dual income, no kids, don’t you know). The house is pretty quiet. It just kinda sits there, waiting for someone to wipe peanut butter fingers all over it and maybe spill some milk.
I must say, I miss those little sticky fingers.