Friday, May 2, 2008

What?


It's prom weekend. We live on a dead-end street. It is 18 feet wide, but the poor limo driver gets to pick up eight teenagers at our place. That should be interesting. Then we get asked that at 1:30 AM when they get dropped back off, that some of them get to hang out. OK.... Better than some club or someplace. Throw in a dear friend of the prom kid, is also back in town and staying with us.
I might go sleep in the garage.....

1 comment:

Schweers' Mom said...

So did you survive? And did the limo driver make that turn? Hmm...so many questions...