The girls are all safely home and asleep. Rochelle and her friend spent the morning doing a "makeover" and Rochelle came home looking like that strange woman from the Drew Carey show (without the blonde hair). They obviously had a wonderful time but she didn't give me any argument when I told her she could keep it on in the house but not leave wearing it all. She trotted right in and washed her face. Some of the glitter is still there but the eyeshadow is gone.
They've been enjoying their last day before the tests. We had our picnic in the back yard. Hamburgers and hot dogs, all the nutritional stuff. They loved it.
And the laundry is put away (although I have another load in the dryer), drawers are sorted out, and much of the winter clothing is put up. I'll tackle the summer clothes tomorrow now that I have a place to put them.
Short tonight - slow day.
Sorry, Mollie, we have to let them win one once in a while. Oshee warned me about their pitcher. She was right.