It's that time again. Pre-birthday sleepover, minus the sleep. Which means 18 hours of pizza, caffeine, swedish fish and video games for four almost-16-year-old boys, while I sequester myself in the bedroom.
Last year, Mike showed up and "kidnapped" the boys and took them for cheese fries and Klondike bars.
This year maybe somebody will show up and kidnap me. :o)
Good thing I have that cursed cable.