They kept me up all night, had a popcorn fight so there are 9,000 little grease spots on the couch, They giggled all night and things were crashing around up there well after midnight.
Then this. Mrs Doorhandle’s sacred whiteboard. Mrs Doorhandles whiteboard is like God, G*d, Double god, God’s brother and Super-God all put together around here. I am not to question the whiteboard.
So I guess I’m going to the Fart Meeting at 2.