The Boys are Home

Well, it has been two weeks since the boys got home for the summer from college and there hasn't been a dull moment since they walked in the door.  Before they even made it in the door, they took the garage door opener out of "The Blonde's" car and replaced it with the duplicate for my door.  They successfully commandeered the parking place next to me in the garage.  ("The Blonde" had gotten the space when "Doc's" truck wouldn't fit in the garage.)  They waited all day for her to press the garage door button and open my door instead of hers.  At 4:00 when she got home from work, they ran to the window and were devastated that she did not even try.  What they didn't know is that she pressed the button in the morning when she left for work in an attempt to close the door that had been left open.

All I can say is "Let the games begin!"  And they have.  For the past week it has been an exchange of pranks.  She retaliated by taking the boys' tv controllers.  They got even by taking all of her movies out of their DVD cases.  She got back at them by reclaiming the garage door opener and removing the battery packs from the game controllers.  Not to be outdone, the boys stole her toilet paper and her light bulbs.  I have actually lost track of where we are in the battle at this point.  I refuse to get involved in support of either side.

I do however, continue to insist that the best solution is a full hostage exchange on both sides.  Yeah right.

I have also been requested to give an update of the pantry.  The day "Doc", "Pook" and "The Surprise" all saw the rearrangement of the pantry they were thrilled.  That was before they realized that I had also rearranged almost every cabinet in the kitchen.  There are daily curses coming from the kitchen as they reach into the cabinet that used to house the cups and the cups aren't there.  It usually takes three tries to get garbage to the pail successfully.  Me?  I sit back and smile as I watch them wander around the kitchen lost and confused, occasionally whining because they can't figure out where something is.  It doesn't take much to amuse me. I love the way my gang can make me laugh.  I love my life!!!!!