On Friday evening (and into Saturday morning) our house was full of tween girls celebrating our Tween's birthday. There was pizza and roller skating and lots of loud giggling and bacon.
It is not a party without red Solo cups.
As I posted on facebook, I have no idea what time the girls actually fell asleep -- but I do know that they were still going strong at 3:30 a.m. and that at 9 a.m., when I went to wake them up, it looked like a scene from the Walking Dead. A good time was had, which is how it should be. Scott and I, however, are still recovering.
Then, on Saturday, after the extra girls left, the Tween, the Boy, Scott and I were taken to Pie in the Sky by my husband's father, where were had celebratory ice cream and an epic checkers match broke out.
Any fiber people want me to pick these up?