Sunday morning

The girls were AWESOME last night!  We barely saw them or heard from them, and when we did, they were all smiles and giggles.  If there were arguments, they were handled downstairs, without the wailing, "Mooommmmmm" that often floats up the stairs from a bedroom.

Kevin and I fell asleep on the couch watching Cheaters (shut up, it's like a train wreck...YOU try to look away) and at about 1:30 in the morning, Hawkeye ran to the door barking like crazy.  It spooked us awake, and our first thought was that Brett had changed his mind about spending the night at a buddy's house.  Nope, nobody there.  We drug our groggy selves to bed, then it hit me.  It was a ploy by the big hairy dog to get us off the couch, which is where he chooses to sleep if we're not looking.

We made muffins for the girlies, and I intended to have the guests both call home for a ride, but they tripped happily back downstairs to play after breakfast, and I didn't have the heart.  Heck, they might live here now for all I know.

It's going to be over 40 degrees today, so we'll try to get some outside air into our lungs before the rain/snow/whatever hits tomorrow.  Both vehicles need oil changes, and my yard could use some attention.  Just some trash and stick pickup that is always necessary this time of year.  If Mom and Dad aren't gone all day, we'll see them a bit, too.

Yup, it's a good weekend.

P.S.  I keep working on my bogger journal, in case my pictures never come back. You can find it here, although there isn't much there yet.