Wednesday, May 15, 2013

like babies.

Two nights ago I fell asleep at eight-thirty.  Squísh did too. And Steve. And Robs. And Erikbear... We slept like babies. But then our sprinklers came on and started spraying the neighborhood, apparently. Steve said he was having a dream that someone was ringing our doorbell... and then knocking... and then knocking frantically. At the frantically part he finally woke and realized it was our neighbor. We had a rogue sprinkler and it was soaking his truck, his garage, his other car... and anything it could, really. 

Steve told me all about it the next morning, of course. 
(Because the rest of us had been sleeping like babies.)


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