casual

Let me tell you, the peanut gallery will be chiming in later on this afternoon when they discover what we’re having for dinner tonight. It’ll go something like this: “OMG Mom, whatever we’ve done, we’re sorry! Is it our bath towels? We promise to hang them up next time! We have no idea who left candy wrappers in the familyroom again! I didn’t wear your good shoes out in the mud, I swear! Please Mom! Don’t make us eat tuna and shells, we promise to be good!”