The castle is under attack. We are surrounded and the situation is desperate. We cannot hold out much longer. The invaders have cut off our lines of resupply and we do not know when the lines of communication will be cut.
All right, you may think that what I wrote was a little off the wall and makes no sense. I am not going to explain it in detail--I'm too tired for that and right now I am in hiding. What I will do is explain the events of today. What was supposed to be a quiet house with just Denise and I quietly watching the San Francisco Giants play baseball on TV--recorded I might add--has turned into a disaster area. They have returned.
I want to go on record as saying that the "Empty Nest" theory is a crock of smelly excrement. Whoever suggested the idea that children leave their parents for their own lives away out in the big world to find their own fortunes could not have been a parent. They always come back. They did tonight.
It started last week when my youngest daughter called and said that she had no place to stay. She didn't ask to move in for the summer, but I knew what she was trying to ask. I thought I would save her the embarrassment. Of course I said she could move in, but with conditions. She must pay her rent and phone bill on time as well as go to school. She agreed and made arrangements to move in today. That's fine, because we did have the space after Denise's son went into the Army.
Denise received a call from her daughter about troubles at her home and could she spend a few days with us. She has three young children by the way. Of course Denise said yes. What was I to do. Voiala, instant madhouse. There goes the quiet house with just Denise and I. This caused me to hide as my ADD kicked in and I am overwhelmed.
The person who put forth the idea of an empty nest should be...well, you fill in the blank. Montana is looking very good.
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