Me: So, girls! Dad is going on a scout camp-out tonight, and Buddy is working late. Wanna do something crazy with just us?
Girls: Ummm, yeah, OK.
Me: Great! What should we do?
Lizzie: I don't know, but can we do it before 5? You said I could sleepover at Jackie's at 5.
Me: Oh.... Yeah, Ok.
Mimi: And I'm going to the play. You said you'd drive both ways, remember?
Me: Umm, yeah. I remember.(Well, now I do.)
Hannah: Hey, if we're going to do a dry run on my prom hair, we'd better do it now, I've still got to do a facial, pedicure, and get to bed early.
Which is how I ended up sitting on the couch on a Friday night, hands and forearms ( and shirt, and one pantleg) stuck together with hairspray, watching re-runs of the Gillmore Girls, while in the background the dryer alarm goes off at 2 minute intervals.
We're completely out of control.
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