You're going to have to wait 'till tomorrow to hear about the Big Avon Wing-Ding-O-Rama I held in my poor battered front yard this morning. You're going to have to wait to hear about the food fight, the extreme makeover disaster, the one unbelievable thing someone ordered, my new Catholic bruise, and the unexpected arrival of the man who questions what's under The Kilt. I need a good stiff drink and at least ten hours of sleep before I can begin to relive the event.
