you can dance

another saturday night, another teen party, right outside our door.  well, right outside our back yard fence at the neighbor's house.  earlier tonight there was a live marching band somewhere on our street, playing songs from abba and bon jovi, just to name a few.  i'm going to start raising a suspicious eyebrow when people claim to have never heard of our street.

meanwhile in this hopping household, i read more of my danish drama.  marie just broke it to henrik that she's pregnant.

greg and william finished power washing the house, making it look better, but not too good for all those prospective buyers out there.

henry basically stayed out of trouble today except that i caught him standing in the bathtub trying to turn on the hot water.  and he bit his brother.

here, from a race run in place of the normal saturday run...

william won.