My Son’s 17th

My son celebrated his seventeenth birthday last night. A dozen of his closest friends descended upon the house along with a couple of extra X-boxes, a router, cat-5 cabling, teenage appetites, and an abundance of testosterone. In no time at all the house of filled with empty candy wrappers, loud voices and video game violence. In the past, the Wife has fled to her parents home nearby to escape the noise that usually lasts well into the wee hours of the morning. This year, though, she was so spent that she managed to sleep through most of the din.
When morning did finally come I counted heads and it looks like we lost a few. Now all I have to do is figure out how to feed ’em all. Again!

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