Monday, February 8, 2010

Night gaurd.

I was dead asleep, dreaming someone was picking my nose hairs. Go figure. The first thing I did upon hearing my little dog barking in the still of our dark house was to go into cardiac arrest. Who was in our house? Gads! My husband snored on beside me. If there was a burgular, it was up to me to take care of it. Wham, wham, wham. My own heartbeat would give me away.

Thankfully, it was no burgular, only our neighbors pulling in from a vacation. And even though I grumbled about being woke up, I am so thankful for our little dog, doing her best watch-dogging early in the morning, letting us know what lurks out that door.

Now, since sleep is a distant option, wonder what I could find tasty in the cabinets...

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