Baby Boomers

A rather vicious little thunderstorm got itself up over Orgle Manor late last evening. The lightning and thunder were enough to wake up the Llama-ettes - a very rare occurance, given that they usually sleep like the dead - and send them scurrying into our room.

As I lay there surrounded by my brood, I got musing again about the fact that back in my Bad Boy days, I used to think that sharing a bed with multiple beautiful girls would be pretty awesome.

Of course, back then it never occured to me that it might turn out like this.

Conclusive proof, I thought again last night, that God has a very dry sense of humor indeed.