Angel #4 is having the final summer bash before the dreaded school starts. There are about 8 teens in my yard having a fire and for some reason, they also have badminton rackets, hula hoops and a frisbee. I don't know and am not going to ask. She pulled a real coup by getting the cute new boy in school over here, so that'll give her a few extra points. The fact that he's a junior and drives just has added cachet. All the girls are spending the night here, which means that somewhere, 4 girls are going to have to find a place to sleep. They usually all just crash in the living room, but since that is still under repair, I'm not exactly what they're going to do. Oh well, not my problem. That's one of the nice things about your kids getting older, you don't have to be all responsible for feeding and taking care of their friends when they come over. I just go to bed and the next day find out they were making waffles at 3am. Whatever.
Friday night was the first home football game of the season. And what a game it was! Probably the most stressful game I've ever been to. Our team was one touchdown behind during most of the 2nd half, only to make a touchdown in the last 45 seconds of the game. The crowd went wild. But we weren't done yet. The opposing team then managed to get a touch down with only 16 seconds left on the clock. Talk about a bunch of dejected Panther's fans. But our dejection turned out to be premature. With 4.3 seconds left on the clock, there was one last chance to make a touchdown, and wouldn't you know it - they did. A 1 handed catch with 0 seconds left on the clock. The bleachers were shaking and I still had a sore throat an hour afterwards from all the cheering I did. It was a good night.
Angel #1 found a place to live in Miami and will be moving in on Tuesday. I'm sure that's a big load off his mind...as well as his friend Jesse's mom's mind. That admirable woman has hosted 3 Marines in her house for the last 2 weeks while the boys were trying to find a place to live. She deserves a medal.