The Teenager came home today; she smells slightly spoiled but nothing a good dose of kitchen labor and a few days of being under-privileged can't cure.
Speaking of cures, we just got back from seeing World War Z. You know how much I love me a good zombie flick, and, despite my distaste for Brad Pitt, the movie did not disappoint.
In other non-disappointing news, the boys played their last double-header, yesterday. They won both games, the second one in extra innings. It was an exciting day. It was also hot as Hades.
I am really looking forward to Saturdays that don't require six hours under a brutal sun. Unless I am under that sun on the boat, on a lake, of course.
Now, that, I could get behind.