Dear Oregon Hooligans:
I want to thank you for making an exciting, action-filled Saturday even MORE exciting with your overnight antics.
Not only did I have to find the time during the day to get Sassy’s hair and nails done; attend my cousin’s daughter’s college graduation party; go to the wedding of a dear friend of mine and take pictures of Sassy and her fella before the prom; you provided us with some exciting middle of the night adventures. (I’m exhausted again just thinking about that day…)
I don’t know WHY I even WORRIED that I might have lost my blogger mojo. All I have to do is live my life, and God graciously provides me with an incredible amount of material. I’m so glad he has such a great sense of humor. ( I think perhaps he DOES love me. )
Wasn’t it about three in the morning that you decided to break into one of our cars AGAIN (well, maybe not YOU, but one of your cronies) when it was sitting in our driveway? Then, not 30 minutes later, the dogs went BERSERK and barked as if ET’s spaceship had landed in our backyard. When we ran to the window to see what was the matter, we saw our neighbors large double-sized backyard shed ENGULFED in FLAMES!!!
Well, three police cars, two fire engines and numerous shock-filled hours (okay, maybe one hour) later, we finally went back to sleep. Just in time to hear Sassy pounding on the door. Is it 5:30 already?? Prom is over??
“What smells like SMOKE???”
“Oh, your mom just burnt the toast again. Now get to bed.”
Sometimes we’re just too tired to explain.
Oh, and you Oregon hooligans? Next time you are prowling our neighborhood, watch out. We’re planning on getting up the FIRST time the dogs bark.