The Joys of Teenagers

My living room is still full of teenage girls eating popcorn, pizza and downing Rockstars and Monsters (along with my coffee) watching movies all night. The normal giggling and playing twister, make-overs and the two boys here (my son and a friend who came to have his hair dyed during make-overs) till the wee hours. To say the least we didn't get much sleep last night.
Still all in all very well behaved and sensible. The only problem cropped up when the girls were finally ready to turn in but the movie wasn't over and Q wanted to see the end. I think he got the message but is still in bed and the girls are up and at it again. I hope their parents come soon because it's noon and I want my house back.
Can't saw how glad I am that I waited to grocery shop till today. Usually you couldn't pay me to shop on Saturday, but teenage girls are like locusts in the pantry they can strip it bare in no time. And the grumpy guy thought the boy was a bottomless pit with a space that folds.
*Note to self, next sleepover send boy to his sister's house.*
Now I need to go see if I can get National Disaster Relief for my living room.

The Joys of Teenagers

My living room is still full of teenage girls eating popcorn, pizza and downing Rockstars and Monsters (along with my coffee) watching movies all night. The normal giggling and playing twister, make-overs and the two boys here (my son and a friend who came to have his hair dyed during make-overs) till the wee hours. To say the least we didn't get much sleep last night.
Still all in all very well behaved and sensible. The only problem cropped up when the girls were finally ready to turn in but the movie wasn't over and Q wanted to see the end. I think he got the message but is still in bed and the girls are up and at it again. I hope their parents come soon because it's noon and I want my house back.
Can't saw how glad I am that I waited to grocery shop till today. Usually you couldn't pay me to shop on Saturday, but teenage girls are like locusts in the pantry they can strip it bare in no time. And the grumpy guy thought the boy was a bottomless pit with a space that folds.
*Note to self, next sleepover send boy to his sister's house.*
Now I need to go see if I can get National Disaster Relief for my living room.