‘My rocking party occurs when I can hear a pin drop and I’ve managed to clear all 3 of them out for the day.’
The last big Saturday night that I had?
Let me just delve into the depths of my mind in an attempt to retract this memory.
I’m sure there must have been one in the past, but all memory of it has obviously been stored off campus-as THAT volume was closed long ago.
More recent records of Saturday night events are digitally stored, but consist mainly of cooking children dinner, cleaning up after swimming carnivals, walking the pooch, and refereeing various shouting matches between husband and children when they exercise their apparent ‘teenager’ rights.
For me, Saturday nights resemble Monday nights, and Tuesday nights, and Thursday nights.
My rocking party occurs when I can hear a pin drop and I’ve managed to clear all 3 of them out for the day.