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- I didn’t mention it, but B was in Kuwait the last two weeks or so. He arrived home safe and sound on Friday. As it that wasn’t excitement enough, he took the furries outside before we left for a Halloween party and announced “there is a goat across the street”. I just though, okay, maybe someone is having a birthday party with a petting farm? Umm, no. L of course had to go check it out, so off the boys went. Just as they were walking down the driveway, two dudes in a white pick-up drove up and asked “have you seen a goat”? Why yes we have. We didn’t get the full story, but not 5 minutes later, L returned to the house (with B) yelling “there is a GOAT in our backyard”. Sure enough, the fattest brown goat I have ever seen was peeing in my backyard. And then come the two dudes trying to catch it. I almost fell over I was laughing so hard. I look like more of a farmer than these two did. I can only imagine why they were riding around in a pick-up with a goat…
- So one night last week (when B was still out of town), I heard L get up to go to the bathroom. It was pretty late (past 11pm), so I headed upstairs to go to bed. I went in his room to check on him (not even 5 minutes after he left the bathroom). Not there. Hmm. Maybe he’s in my room. Nope. Empty. WTF? Now I am starting to think that lady in Kansas City wasn’t such a bad mom after all. Although, I should mention I was NOT drunk off my ass like she was. I knew he had to be upstairs somewhere (since I was downstairs) and after checking the hallways, nothing. So I turned on the light in L’s “baby room” (i.e. his old room with his crib and stuff). And there he was. Passed out (planking) on the glider. Of course I started cracking up and ran to grab the camera. That room was pitch black. L sleeps with a light on in his big boy room. I took a picture, carried him back in his room and he was still out like a light. And didn’t remember a thing in the morning.
- So I wake up around 3am on Friday night (I don’t know about you, but I LOVE waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to fall back alseep. NOT), and look over and see Buddy and B sharing B’s pillow. I swear, Buddy’s butt was about two inches from B’s lips. Buddy sleeps on B’s pillow when he is out of town, so Buddy had been used to sleeping there the last two weeks. I woke Bryan up, we both cracked up at Buddy (he also moved Buddy) and went back to sleep. Wait, he went back to sleep. I on the other hand was wide awake counting the rotations of the ceiling fan. Shouldn’t he have been the one with jet lag, not me? I mean, 3am our time is like 10am Kuwait time. But no, I was the one wide awake with my time zones all screwed up.
- I know some people can’t stand it when their husband travels and leaves them home alone. Not me. I love being able to park right in the middle of the garage. And sleep right in the middle of the bed. And not having to have that stupid ceiling fan on at night. I really hate that thing. I mean, it’s 40 degrees outside, do I really need it blowing on me??? Don’t get me wrong, I miss him and all, but I like to look for the good in things! And that fan really does annoy me. And I am pretty sure B knows it and secretly turns it on even higher. And laughs. 😉
