Saturday night MP and I went to an open house to welcome her BFF Gigi’s new baby brother. Lots of people, lots of kids, lots of food, lots of drink. MP spent the first hour, part of an crazed gang of kids, running through the house, screaming in the backyard, doing the whole boys against girls thing. By the third hour, MP, Gigi and Gigi’s friend Katie disappeared behind Gigi’s closed bedroom door.
As things began to wind down, I opened the door to give the 10 minute warning.
And saw this.
Holy freakin’ crime scene. No, someone did NOT go on a killing rampage. No, there were no animal sacrifices performed. The only thing murdered was the bedspread. And the wall. And the window. And the dresser.
I don’t know if it was the champagne and wine combo, but Gigi’s parents were awesome about it. They were all, “Well, what are ya gonna do? Oh well. We were going to paint anyway. La la la. Let’s take pictures!”
Okay, right there? Is why I love them. And when all the rubberneckers filed in to take photos of the bloody aftermath, the incident took on a decidedly festive tone. “Party in Gigi’s room! Woo hoo!”
I, on the other hand, am still speechless.