a little wild supper

That's a big, giant meatloaf above.   Here are the people who agreed to come over and eat it on a cold Tuesday night.

If they could not come tonight, then I wouldn't see these babies until who knows when, and that's just too darn long.  Dan and Alicia had mercy on me and indulged this even on a work night when time is short and people are tired.

Okay, here they are in Tim's room, enjoying the nerf guns.  Nonsense like this is why they are too wound up to eat any supper.   Who can waste time eating when you could be pummeling your uncle with nerf darts?

They determined the target was so tiny the kids could never hit it, so they used Tim's back instead.

This little guy told me, "I want the doll house." 

That's the old He-Man castle, not much of a doll house, but he had lions and animals in there.

(This is the point where Kirsten and Kari were upstairs in the quiet, side by side on the bed with their Ipods.)

And then this party came to a loud, gaudy finish (as Kari would put it) and all the peoples went home.

Thanks for coming over here guys, eating supper, and making this such a superb Tuesday.

love, GRANDMA and GRANDPA