"I'm Alive"

I dug in...stayed hid.
Motherships will be collecting the remaining predators within the hour.
Ten, no, 11 seasons...what? Yeah, I'll tell 'em.

There May Not Be Enough Alcohol...

I have a houseful of 11-year-old girls--delayed birthday party. Only six of the original kazillion are sleeping over. Luckily, I was able to get to the liquor store before the onslaught. They "graduated" from 5th grade today. I managed to clean the house, buy all the food, attend the 1:30 ceremony and, so far, maintain some semblance of functionality.
I. Am. A. God.
Cinnamon rolls for breakfast--I doubt I will be able to look at an egg. Liquor store doesn't open again until 9 a.m.
As Lt. Commander Gary Mitchell said, "Pray that you die easily."