Sunday Eve

Home all day playing with my two little girls. They love Frankenstein, so we played that for a while. That ended when I, as Frankenstein, threw one of the girls into a pond when I spilled my tiny cup of imaginary tea all over my lap. Then I took a two hour nap. Mrs. D.O.M. finally came home and fed us and brought me a quart of Maple Walnut iced cream(which is like steroids to The D.O.M.). I'm eating it right now, out of a Pinocchio bowl. My stupid kids wont stop giggling. What kind of damage is that doing to my brain?