Saturday nights at my place are always a blast - me and mama have to come up with ways to amuse ourselves, and you know that means trouble.
There's singing... (she calls it howling along with passing ambulances, I call it singing damnit).
And of course, EATING... I raided that crockpot for every last drop of turkey soup goodness tonight.
Then busting out funny costumes that I won't wear and trying to take some completely-unincriminating photos. It's good to live with someone who knows how to party. Mama is LUCKY to have me around.