The twins refuse* to be put down today without screaming.
I mean, I can put them down if I'd like to be serenaded with screams that express the utter devastation and pain I am inflicting on two such young and tender souls. You know. Just that.
Days like this should just come with a warning label that says: Don't Make Any Plans.
* Note that this is in the present tense because the day ain't over yet!
Oh and say hello to post #500. Hah! Just call me Chatty Cathy!