I hate it when this happens: you leave the country on New Year's Eve,
planning to be away for, oh, a month or two because you're getting
married in Nigeria (at least that poor Nigerian prince finally got a
bite from the zillions of emails he's been sending, poor lonely rich
guy that claims he is), and while you're gone, your six kids (and the two
they're babysitting) can't have the decency to keep the place up and
eventually the authorities are called in to investigate. I mean, can't
a mom get away for some "me" time once in awhile?
After all, it all worked out...
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