Last Dance with Mary Jane
This morning Shaun and I were sitting in our bedroom trying to figure out what we'd do for the weekend when we heard a dramatic scream over the monitor. It was Madalyn. It sounded as if Evan had done something, but she's become quite crafty at framing him, so you never know. The best part, though, was shortly after the screech the monitor went static. Evan had pulled the plug with the skill of a home-invader cutting a telephone cord to silence any attempted cries for help.
We opted to let them work it out. After all, the whole family would test positive for marijuana right now, so a little bit of craziness only makes sense seeing as how we're unofficially pot heads until our systems clean out.
(In the meantime, I'll just be intentional in cutting back on the volume of lemon poppyseed muffins I'm turning out.) As the daughter-in-law of foster parents, I wouldn't want to get a bad rep. with DFS or anything.
