My parents are out of town for their 85th annivesary (okay, like 25th, but I don’t keep track and they’re old), and my sister and I are home alone (everyone else is too young so they’re at friend’s houses). I had to go do stuff with the Frat yesterday, and when I got home (around 12:30) there was a half dozen cars in the driveway!! Apparently, she’d told everyone at school she was having a party! It was BYOB because they’re in HS… that biznatch! If she’d told me I’d have got them a keg or some coolers or something. Serves her right!
They freaked and the party broke up at 12 cuz the cops drove by a few times. Uh, Sarah, keep everyone in the house, keep it at a low roar (we’re rural, so volume isn’t a big deal) and keep the doors locked so they can’t just barge in… and if the cops decide to make an issue, ask for a warrant before you even open the door. Duh!
Well, the point is that to prepare she bought 3 12 packs of soda and an assload of candy. I’m in charge of getting rid of it all before mom and dad get home tomorrow. So my work’s cut out for me. Yesss!