Scrub-a-dub-dub!

Last night was "girls night." Obviously, this didn't include Pat, Ben, Scotty, or me. The ladies in attendance did however think at some point in the night that it would be a good idea to stick 48 maxi-pads to our door. Would've been funny/stupid prank if the self-adhesive pads (learn something new every day, apparently. I didn't know they were "self-stick.") didn't leave sticky residue on the door.

So, as I sit comfortably to type, our redemption is occurring outside the door. If you listen carefully, you can hear the scrubbing sounds of last night's culprits. I took a picture, but I was yelled at for opening the door. How dare I inconvenience them!