And if you heard that in the same tone of voice with which one might say "we have a viking invasion" then you heard right. Don't get me wrong, I love them all, but 4 teenagers myself and
cherokerain in a small 3 bedroom condo comes to resemble a viking horde in some respects; specificaly on the level of noise level and food consumption.
Highlights so far: They put
cherokerain's nephew in my corset. I'm told there are pictures. Sadly, posting them on teh intertubes is probably not something he'd consent to.
We've made a chocolate death cake for
cherokerain's baby sisters 18th birthday; two layers of chocolate cake, with a middle layer of chocolate cheescake, frosted with Ghiardelli dark chocolate ganache and decorated with Dove chocolate truffle eggs. They will all bounce like rubber balls after consuming this, I'm sure, but at least they're teenangers and can go off dancing at the Lantern or something, rather than bouncing around the house.
And somehow I've got to get more studying done this weekend; my boards study is behind schedule. Which is bad.