In less than two hours, my house will be descended upon by about 50 teenagers. A bunch of hormonal, loud, and smart mouthed angels.
If it were not Syd's B-day tomorrow, believe me this would not be happening. Lets just pray that the swimming pool incident of '07 does not repeat itself.
(Everyone ended up in the pool. Needless to say I did not have enough towels, or dry clothes for everyone.)
Think about me tonight. I hope I make it through this.