True Story Tuesday--take two

So, I started out last night trying to recount the story of last week's return trip from Pigeon Forge, when we had a GPS malfunction, which lead to a self-control malfunction on MY part, which led to Handsome Hubby getting a ticket. And THAT led to my foul mood that night, which in turn led to some snarky comments by me on other blogs, which then got deleted, and so on and so on and blah, blah, blah... yeah, I know, just shut UP already. Anyway, it might have been at least a little funny.
BUT.. on the spur of the moment yesterday, we invited Bug Hunter's best buddy to spend the night after we got together with his family (hi, Jessica!) at the park. So, instead of writing my GPS/ticket/bad mood story, I've been practicing the art of ninja mom.. invisible watchfulness. And, we had to clean out the treehouse, because that's where they wanted to sleep last night. Across the creek. 20 feet up in the air. In the woods. In the dark. I honestly thought they'd come stumbling in sometime during the middle of the night (if they didn't break their necks going down the treehouse stairs in the dark), so I didn't sleep well. But they made it til 7:30 (oh, glory! They did NOT get up at "the buttcrack of dawn", as Jessica so delicately puts it..and why is it that the word "butt" is figuring so prominently in my blog lately?). They've been playing well together, with Bakugan trading and Star Wars posturing and Lego building and then, well, this:


and another view:



I suppose "Indiana ChAce" would term it an unfortunate series of events. And the culprits:



It's a true story that is still unfolding; who knows what may happen next? Uh oh, I need to go. I sense a disturbance in the force. You're now released to go to Rachel and Mr. Daddy's Once Upon a Miracle for more true (and sometimes truly disturbing) stories. I need to go rescue a gecko!