Last night Taylor and Blake decided that they wanted to see a movie, and since they've seen every single movie that was playing in Siloam, we took off for Fayetteville. I was going to take Chance to see "Horton Hears a Who," but he decided he'd rather see it with his mom than with me {Chance's order of people he loves: his mom, his dad, the rest of us, then his sister}. So we went bowling instead. And he beat the poo out of me.
Evidently the boys stayed up 'til 4:30 a.m. again, and played more than 100 games of Halo while they were at my house. Guess I'm not a very good babysitter; I had been asleep for six hours by 4:30 this morning.
Happy St Patty's Day, everyone! I have to work three days, then it's three days off. And zero trips this week. Wahoo!
