Once upon a time, last friday at 3:00 in the afternoon, my house exploded. Kind of. It all happened like this (imagine that your vision is suddenly going into wavy lines and you hear a harp as I take you into my flashback): I was letting Two Bits have a sleepover. Which is huge. Because I am anti-all-things-sleepover. But one of her best friends is moving, and she's never had best friends before, plus her birthday is coming up in a little over a month, and her other party idea was buying everyone a build-a-bear with all the clothes and accessories which made my bank account curl up into the fetal position and whimper a little. Two Bits and her two best friends walked to our house after school that day. Fridays are short days here, so they all showed up by 1:00 PM. By 2:55 PM they were devastatingly bored. Because that's what my kids do best when they have friends over. So I decided to set up our badminton net for them in the back...
no, I'm not vain - I think I just need more attention.