Oh, my, what a blast!  Just imagine yourself...no, wait, imagine a typical American 13 year old--now multiply that by 10, up the volume times 2, add incessant, and I do mean incessant laughter over *nothing funny* and you have a picture of the party last night (you have to unimagine the wrinkles, graying hair, and excess body fat). We had so much fun!    A roomful of homeschool moms having a slumber party....imagine! Only we are now exhausted! Who wouldn't be after working their stomach muscles for 12 hours and then sleeping for only 3? Let's see....we ate pizza and salad and deep-fried, stuffed jalapeno peppers....laughed and talked...ate cheesecake and cookies and cake....talked and laughed....coated our hands in warm parrafin and placed them in plastic bags....laughed and talked....had a foot soak, scrub, and massage by a friend who came for the sole purpose (no pun intended) of serving us in this way....laughed and laughed and laughed...stripped the parrafin off our hands and enjoyed the youthful smoothness...ate pizza and homemade double chocolate goat's milk ice cream.....screamed with laughter....decided on which homemade triple-scented candle we would each get to keep, thanks to the goat's milk lady....watched Sabrina (well a couple of us did....while the others laughed and screamed hysterically in another room)....applied body art (removable tattoos--hey, we are grown women, so it is O.K.!)....screamed and hyperventilated from the riotous laughter....took various pills for various maladies, especially headache...prayed for an absent friend who was hurting....told stories about our younger days....roared with laughter....told stories about our kids....screamed with uncontrollable glee.....told stories about each other....threatened to *kill* each other (all in fun, of course) for telling those stories....drank coffee, tea, Dr. Pepper, coffee, tea, Dr. Pepper, coffee, tea, Dr. Pepper...visited the ladies' room...changed into our jammies (those that hadn't come in theirs).....laughed and laughed and laughed at absolutely nothing funny except elementary-boys' sound effects.....threatened death if everyone didn't *SHUT...UP* at 5:00 a.m. so we could actually sleep for a few minutes....threatened death if one lady didn't turn off the upper bunk alarm clock sounding at 8 a.m. (left by one of my daughters)....threatened death if the bottom bunk lady didn't turn off the other alarm clock sounding at 8:05 a.m.(left by another of my daughters)....laughed and screamed and groaned....drank coffee, tea, and Dr. Pepper...ate cold pizza, cold stuffed jalapenos, muffins and cookies....talked and laughed and laughed and sighed and sat and stared, glazed-eyed....decided that if we kept it going 30 more minutes we could say we partied till the following afternoon....washed a few dishes, stripped a few beds, returned a little furniture to its original location (this is what Real Moms do)....giggled...sighed....hugged....laughed....laughed...giggled...said goodbye....sighed.........stared around absently....ate a cookie....took a very long afternoon nap. Like till 9 or 10 at night. A good time was had by all.