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 crockpot.
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 Badger and her Christmas present, I can make the equivalent of two cups in that mug she bought me, 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.
It wasn’t just me either.
Badger and Heron both sniffed it and said the same thing.
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 Badger went to her room, and I went to mine.
That’s how our weekends go now.
We turn on every noise‑hiding device we can find and settle in for the weekend.
I’ve spent all night reading that book Heron bought me for Christmas.
It’s about a Native American vampire that skins his victims.
Probably not the best thing to read before bed.
Just before 9:30 p.m., Raven had gone to his room and the kids were still awake in the living room, which always makes me a bit nervous with the railroad track so close.
I let him know it was time for bed.
They tend to wake up early no matter what time they go to sleep.
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.