It's that time of year again. Time to dress in sheets. Time to topple empires. Time to stab your friends in the back.
Maybe one day we will celebrate that hard core. (We did do the sheets thing one year. We are borderline here people!) This year we were caught a little unaware, but not unprepared. Jeremy had a dental appointment where he paid at least some out of pocket. (That makes him our tooth-payer). And we had our Ides of March traditional dinner. We had build your own Ceasar Salad with Ceasar Croutons, Orange Julius to drink, we had two kinds of fruit (Eat two fruit, eh!), and Jr. made sure we all had a knife- just in case the urge came up. NOW GO TO BED, KIDS!