I have learned my lesson.



For reals.



I will never, ever again gloat about winning at life. I did, and then Karma rose from the ashes and kicked my ass all over the place.



Mr. Husband's mom is in town visiting this week. Mr. Husband and Alexis are officially on vacation hanging out with her, but I won't be joining the party until Wednesday. That means I left the Master alone with her Daddy and her Nana.



BAD IDEA.



There are now Hannah Montana Band-Aids in my house. And . . . well, I thought the cheerleader dress was frightening. Then I met the Hannah dress.



I've been pwnd.