Just when I was about to ship them off to live with Howard K. Stern, my kids surprised me and got along… for almost a whole weekend.  They played volleyball together, cleaned the dining room together, ate a family meal together.  It was delightful. 

On the other hand, I had a terrible night of sleep.  Taylor sleep walked into our room.  The dog, oddly nocturnal, ran from one end of the house to the other (click, clicking toenails on the wood laminate) culminating in jumping up on our bed with a turkey carcass in his mouth.  Nevertheless, it was better than either time that Taylor, feeling nauseous, walked into our room and upchucked on my feet.


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