We got back to town today, and the crowds surprisingly weren’t terrible.
It didn’t take us long, and we came home to a hot meal thanks to Badger and the Crock‑Pot.
It wasn’t long before Cowboy headed off to work.
Badger and I started the waiting game for Raven and the kids to get down.
Thanks to a Christmas gift from Badger, I can make the equivalent of two cups in that mug, and it stays hot forever.
They say curiosity killed the cat.
I never learn.
I tried Paris Hilton’s raspberry champagne creamer, the non-alcoholic one.
I opened the bottle and bam.
It smelled like straight alcohol.
I wasn’t imagining it; Heron and Badger both sniffed it and agreed.
It even tastes like it has a little kick to it.
I’ve found it’s better if you let your coffee sit and get cold; it seems a little less strong that way.
Heron tried it when he got home around 10 p.m. and said it was just nasty.
It’s not nasty, just oddly strong.
I was hoping for more raspberry.
Then we each retreated to our rooms.
That’s how our weekends go now: we turn on every noise‑hiding device we can find and settle in.
I’ve spent all night reading that book Heron bought me for Christmas.
It’s about a Native American vampire who skins his victims.
Probably not the best thing to read before bed.
Just before 9:30 p.m., the kids were still awake in the living room while Raven stayed in his room.
With the railroad track so close, I got a little nervous and went to his room to remind him to bring the kids along.
It doesn’t matter if they go to bed at 7 p.m. or midnight they’ll be up at the crack of dawn like clockwork.
I’ve had a quiet hour to catch up on social media, the news, and blogs, but I’m so sleepy I can’t stay awake.
I was hoping for a little more computer time, but it’s not happening.