I posted, a few hours after the kids from my daughters' party settled down and/or went home, how we were chilling out for the evening. Mr. Anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better, has now become Mr. Hey!-Look-At-Me!
We had the boys go home around 11 p.m., and the girls were up until around 1, then went to sleep because a few of them had work the next day. Apparently, Mr. HLAM lets his little kids stay up til 6 a.m. to party, he was in charge of keep all of us safe at night when he was a hybrid of Rambo and Col. Nathan Jessup from "A Few Good Men". You know, the "you want us on the wall...you NEED us on that wall!" He was awake for 73 days straight with only a few moments of lite napping between the massive bombing manuevers. He "had no choice" as he was "100% responsible to bring everyone home alive."
All of that from this status update:
Looks like everyone, including all the teen girls in my house, have gone to bed. Nitey nite from the ticket-deserving, no speed having, bumper kissing bumper scratchy happening Queen Texan Zombie Goddess.
Like a give a flying monkey fuck. What an annoying douche.
Thank you, Mr. HLAM, for saving my life and never sleeping so I could take care of my kids properly.
Peace, Love and (next thing you know he will say he was God's advisor at the beginning too) Zombies \IiiI