life with stinky boys

Here I am, 11:49 p.m. watching Beau pace the floor as he listens to the raccoons outside  the door pillaging his food bowl.  I guess now is as good a time as ever to start a blog.  I feel the peer pressure and I cave.  Everyone is doing it.  Just try it.  You’ll like it.  I will never be as good as Hailey or Molly at this – trust me.  My life isn’t very enchanting really, just normal.  I live with 4 stinky boys – 5 if you count Beau, the stinkiest one of all.  But where I lack in enchantment, I make up for in liveliness.  There is never, ever, ever a dull moment in this small and ridiculously expensive house, for that I am certain.  So, for those who visit – and even care – here goes the tellings of life with stinky boys….