The wife and I have found a nice solid late '70's bungalow on a quiet street between the mall and the elementary school. Perfect for raising disturbed youth. The boys will be hating my buttoned down lifestyle my September and calling me a fascist by Christmas. Ahh childhood. Our life, I imagine, will look something like this:
We take hold of our plastic fantastic world mid-August so if anyone with a truck, trailer, Mule, or covered wagon has a minute we'd love a hand getting our needless possessions from A to B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l land of Jones's.