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So, this morning I wake up to go downstairs to my office and my house is filled with... boys. *gasp*
I have a daughter... and her bff Liz or some other girl friend might stay the night a few days a week... but today... boys. 5 of 'em. They are in a band and their concert got cancelled in a different city last night, so they drove on here with their little cute tour van and pully thingy full of instruments and crashed here. *hee hee* (We have a pretty decent size house so there was plenty of room -still... there are boys in my house!) My house is not boy-prepped.
And now, one is running out to the van to retrieve his shampoo because he refuses to use our "girly" smelling stuff. Bwahahaha.
This is the band that is currently using my den as a habitat. HERE and HERE
Did I mention there are boys in my house?!?!?!
I have a daughter... and her bff Liz or some other girl friend might stay the night a few days a week... but today... boys. 5 of 'em. They are in a band and their concert got cancelled in a different city last night, so they drove on here with their little cute tour van and pully thingy full of instruments and crashed here. *hee hee* (We have a pretty decent size house so there was plenty of room -still... there are boys in my house!) My house is not boy-prepped.
And now, one is running out to the van to retrieve his shampoo because he refuses to use our "girly" smelling stuff. Bwahahaha.
This is the band that is currently using my den as a habitat. HERE and HERE
Did I mention there are boys in my house?!?!?!