Short and sweet, my lovelies.
This boy is having a sleepover for eight ten tonight:
I hope his face doesn’t freeze like that.
We’re having pizza and cake, then a bonfire on our back hill in the brick firepit Jake and I built a few years ago. This is a good idea because fire and nine/ten year old boys hepped up on Coke are a really good combination. We’ll toast marshmallows and sing songs, to which I’m sure the boys will add lots of off-color words. Bless them. I’ll be required to fuss over these words, while actually being rather impressed with their inventiveness.
Wish me luck.