Strangely quiet

My parents were here over the weekend. (So proud of their daughter, the renter. I think my mother used the term 'quaint' and 'charming' about ten thousand times. I get it, Mom, you think I'm slumming it. I'm sorry it doesn't come with a country club membership.) They took Two back with them so it's just me, Lili and Three who has apparently decided that now is a great time to catch up on all the sleep that he didn't get while getting into trouble with Two. As a result, it's quiet here for the first time since, um, well since the puppies were born really. (Someone ask Alex when he's going to have his best friend take Three home, please?)

I'm glad I ignored the journals during all that childhood photo craziness. God only knows what my parents would have dug up from my baby pictures. I think there's at least one of me and Dad in plaid flannel and hunter's orange vests. (I'm lying; I destroyed those.)

I should make myself something for dinner but a nap sounds so much better.