Honestly, they crack me up on a daily basis.
Last night, they "hosted" a soccer-viewing party. And as in hosted, I mean that they provided the TV. Everyone else brought food and drinks.
So when I walked in the door at 9 pm, this is what I saw:
and this...
My kitchen had been attacked.
And everything in the house smelled like boy.
The best part of this? It all amuses me to no end. I love it. (Unless, of course, I come home tonight and it still looks like this. Then I won't be so happy.)
All you can do is shake your head and laugh.
Boys will be boys.
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