Diary of a Wolfeman

Damn. My baby girl turned 10 this week, and so far every waitstaffer who has heard this has said “wow, double digits!”

I think there is a conspiracy amongst food service personnel.

So tonight is her party, a sleepover with a handful of her friends at my place. Much bragging was done as to how they would be up all night long watching movies and yakking etc.

Midnight: movie #1 is almost over, and all but one of the kids are sound asleep, and the remaining one is still awake enough to be trying to get more comfortable.

Me? I got sucked into the Harrison Ford version of The Fugitive. 2:30 am and counting.