I was wild and crazy this weekend. Out of control. I put Paris Hilton to shame. Want to know what I did? Yeah? I knew you would.
Well Friday after I got home from work, I did a load of laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, and talked to my mom on the phone for almost an hour. I was in bed by 9:00 PM people. Nine. Asleep.
But wait, it gets better. On Saturday I dropped my husband off at Beerfest, where he and the Dirt Bike Kid (DBK) got to relive the glory of their frat boy days while Dee and I took the kids to lunch, and then to see Bolt. In 3D. Oh yeah. It was off the chain. After the movie, I picked up my husband and dropped him off at another all boy gathering involving batting cages, fried food and more beer. Then I went home and, are you ready? Did more laundry and cleaned my kitchen. Again I was in bed before 10:00 PM. I know. You're so jealous.
Today, we spent the morning with four eleven year olds, two eight year olds and our little Boo. We took them all to see Madagascar 2 and then for pizza. We just got home. I am taking a break before I start folding the laundry and picking up toys. So as you can see, it's been a non-stop par-tay around here. I might need an intervention. Y'all might be reading about my panty-less stint in rehab on Perez.
Watch out Lindsay Lohan. I'm taking over your little world.