B.K.M.
random note from my sister:

Dear BJM & BRM,

Remember when Mom and Dad used to go on dates on Saturday nights and we would order pizza, drink pop and watch movies. We lived like slobs for 3 or 4 hours and relished in our filth until we heard the sound of Mom or Dads car coming down the street. We accomplished in 30 seconds what it takes some people 45 minutes to clean the entire kitchen and family room. We even knew our designated jobs that were discussed in a half a second. I brought the dirty dishes to the sink, Brandt loaded the dishes in the dishwasher while Bryan wiped down the counters. We cleaned out the sink, picked up any trash on the floor, put the cushions back on the couch, dusted the floor and mopped up any spills on the hard wood floors. After everything was done we ran back to the family room and jumped into our spots on the couch, turned the channel to a show more suitable for children while we tried to conceal that we were out of breath as Mom and Dad walked through the door. I was just remembering that today.