Can't sleep??..............

Actually, I think I could if Lulu didn't feel the need to wake me every 2 hours.

I'm still of the belief that she's waking me for my own good......

Like I'm having bad dreams or my breathing isn't normal...

Like this morning...the last thing I remember before she woke me up this time is I was having a dream about the boys bringing home rocks in their suitcases.

They were washing them in the bathtub and I got mad. Randy stepped in and said they're only rocks...

This could stem from a couple of things..

Kathy and I saw a really neat craft project using smooth rocks and she'd told me she and her grandson had found some smooth rocks and she wanted to be reminded of the project.

The other thing is a true story of Andy bringing home a FROG in his suitcase from camp one year...in Arizona...in the heat...on a bus!!!

The green frog had turned white however, was still breathing, albeit rather shallow breaths.

( No, not for a minute did I think of mouth-to-frog-resuscitation! )

But he did get some color back and we took him to the park and released him into the pond.

The frog.

Not Andy.

(Although now you can see why the neighbors thought his name was "Dammit Andy" for the first seven years of his life.)

Anyway, I'd like to think I wouldn't mind if they washed the rocks in the bathtub.....

That maybe I would have considered mouth-to-frog resuscitation, if it meant life or death.....

I'd like to think I wouldn't ramble on so much if I did get some sleep....

Oh well..more time to think all those weird thoughts I seem to be having.....

So, go out there and have a great Saturday...and get some SLEEP!