Party Central


Welcome to Friday night at my house. You'd think if the place was going to look this trashed, I would be having more fun. As it is, I am sitting by myself at the dining room table listening to the rain and wind and staring numbly at the day's wreckage. Patrick is in his cave office, listening to college basketball on the radio, in the dark. The boys are hanging upside down over the edge of the couch, watching Spongebob. I seem to have a family of bats.

Even the pets are all off doing their own thing. Here is one of our four hermit crabs, pretending not to be able to hear me.



Fine. I didn't want to be invited inside your stupid coconut hut anyway.