"Your true lovin' daddy ain't comin' back"

I adore HANK SNOW, the "Singin' Ranger" from Nova Scotia.
I am listening to this greatest of Canadian country singers while the girls and their guests fuss and fight.
Kerstin hosted a sleepover last night, the half-dozen preteen girls stayed awake until 2:30 a.m. and now they are tired and bitching at each other.
So, I hope you won't mind me cutting this post short. I am going to turn up the Hank Snow, sip on my beer and try to avoid the developing cat fight.