When we left off, I was the host, court jester, party favor, test dummy, and entertainment for a sleepover party of nine-year-old girls, with my little ones also in the mix. It was Friday night of MLK weekend and I was outnumbered 9-1 by female beings in my own house. That three-day weekend, with a little help from Ma Nature, and some subpar forecasts ended up being an 11-day … READ MORE