I live with monkeys.

Seriously, two of them. It's amazing to me how obnoxious boys can be. Tonight they were down in the basement watching me fold laundry (how generous of them to watch and not bother to help, but anyhow) and they come across a can of compressed air. You know, the kind you use to clean out computers and stuff. Well they decide to rig it up with a big straw and blow chunks of paper all over my kitchen. They're giggling like children. They don't even listen when you talk to them. I'm in over my head. They've formed an alliance and I'll never be the same.