Weekend Sleepover

For a belated Christmas present, our family is getting our floor retiled. Bob, lazy old man that he is, absolutely refuses to do the work himself, so we had to hire some guys to do it for us.
The new tile was chosen by my dear old Ma, and is a weird reddish-brown color.
Anyway, because our house is covered with a thick layer of dust and we can't even walk on the floor half the time because the tile's wet or something, all 11 and a half of us are staying over my Uncle Mick and Aunt Tammy's house. They have a good sized house, but when you add the two families together, there are 15.5 people in it. We slept over last night and the night before, and now it looks like we might be staying tonight as well.
Joey is thrilled about this whole sleepover thing too. He's spent all this morning and a good portion of last night walking around in circles and moping. He's watched everything on his iPod, he says, and he's tired of playing video games. Joey is a fairly convincing moper, and I almost felt sorry for him. Then I remembered all the other times he's acted this way. Nine times out of ten, it's a carefully orchestrated act designed to make me and Bob feel sorry for him and give him something or take him somewhere or something along those lines.