Mark Twain said that houseguests, like fish, begin to smell after the third day.  Ours have been here three already and they ain’t smelly. Although they did finally convince their eleven-year-old that he needed to change those clothes and shower after three days…

My childhood friend is visiting from St. Louis and I couldn’t be happier.  I haven’t seen her since Bugaboo was a baby, nearly five years.  Her kids range from twelve down to three (five in all) and two of hers are the same age as my two boys.  They are having a blast.  It’s like one big, long, fun sleepover!  My friend was one of fifteen children.  In our little Irish-Catholic Mayberry, it was not uncommon to have a dozen kids.  We had a measly seven children in my family and we still got stares. Seven is NOTHING…

Anyways, they are staying in our playroom/basement on air mattresses and trundle beds and such.  This is what it looks like:

We’re having a blast…