I didn’t even open up my game yesterday…and *GASP* I am alive to tell the tale. I was totally and completely immersed in fruit salad…which is what I now call it when the “fruit of my loins” come to visit…and bring additional parts to the huge Miller salad that is our family.
Starting Thursday at just before Midnight…and arriving in waves over the next day, we were inundated with four of our five daughters visiting from disparate points across the globe…with boyfriends, and parents of boyfriends, and brother of boyfriend in tow. Two from NYC, 4 from San Francisco, 2 (soon to be 4 from Portland), and 2 from Corvallis…all (with the exception of the two Corvallis Beaver fans) here for a weekend of Duck football, nightlife, and general mayhem.
I don’t know if there ever WAS a General Mayhem in any of the wars…but there should have been, Because General Mayhem ensued!And conquered… And it was a blast.
And I didn’t miss Moe’s clothes. They were all waiting for me when I woke up this morning…as was the answer to the question well before the Simpsons episode aired…compliments of the hackers, who have so little in their real lives, that reporting everything they can find, WAY ahead of time, gives them value…kinda.