Dear Jan(e),

Utah has been lovely, but I have to scream now.  Please pass me the chaperoning handbook.  I have to smack some people’s children with it now.   I have been cooped up in the hotel room most of the day with a nasty headache and a low-grade fever.  It is staggering how many times heavy wooden doors can be slammed, herds of screaming teenagers gallop down hallways, and variations of ding dong ditch can be played on someone who knows voodoo and is not afraid to go there on your insolent asses!

Clarification:  These are not children from my school.  They know better.  Muahahahahahhahahahahahaha.

Looking for my wire hanger,

Jan(e)