This weekend is Tammy's annual scrapbooking weekend. She goes away to the beach with two of her friends and all they do is scrapbook. They literally have to rent a UHaul trailer in order to get all their stuff down there. It's unbelievable how much stuff they have. You think I'm kidding. I'm not.
So, it's just the boys and me. They look forward to it each year, thinking it's going to be a testosterone festival - burping and other rude noises, improper eating, guns, power tools, video games and movies that mom won't approve of. We get a little bit of all it in, but not to the extent that any of us will get arrested.
It's *usually* a lot of fun. But I'm always glad to see Sunday night.
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