All Hell's

Breaking loose. My house is 98 degrees, at least. Everyone is trying to get ready (or not) for Friday night's Programme. The kids decided it would be a talent show with the winner taking all the admission money ($1 apiece). The furniture is all turned around to create a stage and dress rehearsal is not going well.

Boy19 accused me, rightly, of throwing out his favorite pillow while he was in Nebraska. I did not know it was his favorite, only that it looked like dirt or puke when I took the pillow case off. His next complaint was that someone slept in his bed and left the smell of foreign cologne. I vehemently denied this and later found out Pat took a 20 minute nap there so I had to change the sheets again. They were laundered while he was away also.

Next, our Field of Dreams trip for Saturday is cancelled when we found out it is 176 miles to Dyersville, IA.

After 10 p.m. my BIL Chuck arrived and brought Boy14 a drum set, which I will live to regret.

Today was an overload of the sun at a nearby aquatic center. Pretty fun, though, and iced coffee at McDonald's after. Very good. Have you tried it?