I can't be the first one to notice that a clutch of teenage girls with one teenage boy in their midst sound indistinguishable from a gaggle of startled geese.
The smell of baking banana bread is the perfect antidote to a day during which the high temperature will be twenty-six degrees.
Addendum to the above: The lower the temperature, the more likely one of the family cars will need some sort of major renovation. A loving wife/mom will keep the hot coffee coming.
Note to self: If your husband is allergic to everything mammalian, don't spend a lot of time looking at kitten videos on YouTube. You'll only make it harder on yourself.
Speaking of your husband, he may be perfectly certain that chickens are built to stand the cold; but if their water dispenser freezes into a solid block of ice overnight, it's okay to go ahead and replace the incandescent bulb in the coop with the heat lamp bulb. If, in accordance with his dire predictions, a chicken gets scorched, he will have the chance to say, “I told you so.” What kind of a loving wife would deny her husband that opportunity?
I don't care how much he says he didn't know the girls were coming over; a 16-year-old boy doesn't take a shower on a Saturday without a very good reason.
Why is it that people who read voraciously never have anything in the house to read? We probably have 1500 books in this house and I can't find anything to read. Library? See the “car work” addendum.
We're all making book on which of the two married couples is going to spawn first, but - if I don't quit for now and go wander through the living room again - the youngest might beat both of 'em to the finish line.