Saturday night at the Beard house and what's going on? The rents are out at a party while I'm home sitting on my butt watching Desparate Housewives. I'm in bed by 11:30 and they aren't home until almost 2. They spend the afternoon napping because they're "tired" (I think that is grown-up code for hungover). Although they are adamant that they aren't - sure, that's what we all say!
The bright side? There apparently is life after 50.
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