Twenty four.

The Messrs. played with guns tonight.....

"Oh, Mr. P - that's quite a barrel, isn't it?"

Twenty two.

So, I killed two blogs with one stone tonight and brought the Messrs. P to the bookstore to look at sexy books.

"Please, Mr. P - not so close!  You'll ruin your eyes!"

Twenty one.

On Sunday,  the Messers. P enjoyed some time out in the sunshine before the matinee.

"Isn't the beach nice this time of year?  Wait...."

Nineteen.

The Messrs. P had a much better time at the theatre tonight.  They got to play around in the make-up drawer and hang out with the fellas.  They are a little over-excited at the moment, but that's nothing a hot toddy and a half a Xanax won't cure.

"Oh, Mr. P - this really opens up your eyes!"

Eighteen.

The Messrs. P. went to the theatre tonight. 

"Mr. P - please come down from there - you're making me dyspeptic."