Post-party African wildlife.

After taking 10 kids to the movie theater for Arden's bday by myself, I'm hiding out downstairs in my bedroom, hoping no residual party guests (including my own kids) find me.

So here I sit, listening to the sounds of stomping elephants above my head, screams of hyenas, and charging rhinos.  I sip my wine and focus on the art of blissful ignorance.  I mean, if there's still noise I know at least they haven't killed each other.  I just hope the ceiling doesn't fall through.