*blowing nose, wiping eyes*

Our lad has gone on to greener pastures.

I guess hanging out with a bunch of brain-damaged broads isn't really his cup of mochalattefrappacinodoubleshotespressolowfoam.

I miss him.

*stirring the candy wrappers from our days of wine and roses*

...Memories.... like the cobwebs in my mind

*choke...sniffle, sniffle*

Did you get his phone number?

You could call him on your new phone.

(Taffy wipes brownie marks off phone screen so she can play bowling game)

I don't think he's even old enough to have his own phone yet.

*sterilizing phone*

Dangit, Taff, I told you that there is NO bowling for dollars on that phone, so knock it off!

That brought tears to my eyes.

I missed you too!....and everyone else!

*jumpin' up and down*

Yippppppeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! He's hoooooommmmmmmeeee!!!!!!!

Oh, I'll have to call the caterer right away! Flygirl, get out the wine glasses, Taffy, grab the blender and pull out the Mudslide mix! DM, grab your sippy cup!

Ugh, I'm okay! *getting back up*

We should get some pizzas too! OH! And some finger foods!

Monkey! Give me back those bananas, they're for the pie!

dangit! I'm okay, just a little bump.

*grabbing cutting board and veggies*

Somebody grab me that sour cream out of the fridge! I need some charcoal lit out there! C'mon people, let's work together!

Who's gonna go out and kill the calf??

no, no, not hurt!

Oh, auntie Em, there's no place like home when our lad is here!

WOOHOO!!!!

Shane?? Shane?? Come back Shane!!!

Oh, you were looking for TS???? NEVERMIND!!

OK, now where can DM find a fat calf??? Looking at leg??? hmmmm...

oh, that kind of calf!!!!

DM will just bring a salad!

Is this a BYOB????