Around midnight, this is what I SHOULD be seeing around the old homestead.
THIS is what was going on at my apartment LAST night.
Me: Where is Stewie?
Lulu: I don't care.
Me: No, seriously. Where the hell is he?
Lulu: Again, I tell you, I could not possibly care less.
Me: Shit. I gotta find him. Okay! Let's go find the chaos that is certainly occurring.
Lulu: Have fun with that. Zzzzzzzzz.
THIS is what I found.
And then I picked him up, tossed him to the floor, and then fricasseed him in garlic and onions.
Okay, not really. But THIS is not what I want to see at midnight. There was a lot of yelling. But mostly picture-taking, because come on, can you blame me?