I'm completely giving up any pretense of making a real post, and just throwing some bullets.
Yesterday morning someone broke into our neighbor's house, then escaped through our back yard. Molly did not bark at the burgler jumping our fence and running through our yard. She barked at the police officers who knocked on our door to tell us a burgler had jumped our fence and run through our yard. She totally lost it at the K9 they brought to try and track the guy. I think Molly and I need to have a little talk.
Last night, Husband dreamed I quit my job to write, direct, and star in a musical called My Friend the Spatula. It could happen.
I really, really want to take a nap, but Middle Daughter is already asleep on the couch. I should be the mean mom and wake her up and make her go sleep in her bed. Or do the dishes.
I want to take a nap because I'm sick. At least, I think I'm sick. It's hard to tell. But I only ever nap when I'm sick, so if I want to nap that means I'm sick, right? I've felt like I'm coming down with something for two weeks now, so I'm starting to think I'm not really coming down with something, but that something has already come down and I just wasn't paying attention.