I miss my dear hubby, who texted me from the bottom of the mountain at Boys' Camp this morning to tell me he missed me. ==sigh== And my future daughter-in-law, Nicole, misses my son, Paul, who is also at Boys' Camp this week. She texted me to tell me so. We're all just thinkin' about love... Except Paul, maybe... (Just kidding, kids!) We'll give Paul the benefit of the doubt and assume he's just not been in the situation where he could go down to the bottom of the mountain to be in range to text Nicole.
Gosh, but there are a lot of strange sounds at night when your husband's not in the house with you, aren't there? First, a big thunderstorm kept me up until after midnight, then, around 1 a.m. I kept hearing strange noises -- small stealthy noises... I couldn't figure out what it was. All the doors were locked and nothing seemed amiss. Even the dogs were all asleep. And, I finally did fall asleep, too, in the wee hours. Then I woke up this morning and found out the culprit. A little frog had found its way into my bedroom! Silly little thing. He's out in the garden now. (Imagine him thinking he'd find flies or mosquitoes in our house...)