invasion.

yesterday my house was invaded.

it was terrifying.

i even had to run away for a bit.

luckily, i made it out alive.

fourteen year old boys are a different species. but a species i thought i understood,

being that i often have the maturity level of an average fourteen year old boy.

poop is funny. so kill me.

what i didn't understand was that in concentrations of 20, fourteen year old boys are a lethal weapon.

a loud, inappropriate, swarming, lethal weapon.

some words to the wise:

1. don't feed them hot dogs. they get too much enjoyment out of saying wiener.

2. don't give them water balloons while still within range of their throw.

3. run. run far away, to the juice press for a smoothie.

4. don't expect to sleep when 10 of them sleep over.

5. love that your brother is in heaven so as to refrain from head biting.