Screaming banshees on the way down (and back), youngest decided that naptime is in fact a plot of Satan, eldest decided that dinner is in fact a plot of Satan, both children decided that 5:45 AM is a good time to start the day, grey slime*, the plaster in the ceiling in my mom’s dining room fell in, and my sister was briefly admitted to the hospital this morning. And, almost forgot: my wife lost her temper in the car.
So yes, in fact, I would love it if you bought me a goram beer the next time you see me.
Moe Lane
*If you have kids, you already know what this is: if you don’t, you do not want to know.