You remember that dream Wyatt didn't have about snakes? Well, yeah, he had it. I asked him as he was first waking up if he remembered having a dream. He told me that he was looking for ghosts and he looked in the bathroom. There was a big snake in there. But it didn't bite him. It wrapped around his neck twice. He said he called for help, but I didn't get there in time. Yup. Pretty sure a piece of my heart broke off on that one.
Let me just tell you about my night last night. Well, morning I guess I should say. For those that don't know, our house is a doublewide. I hate saying that. It's so cute, and not at all rednecky. At least I don't think so. But hey, it's paid for, so no judging. Anyway, I woke up at about 2 am. Wyatt had climbed in my bed at some point and was sound asleep, so that wasn't it. As I laid there trying to go back to sleep, which seemed entirely possible, I heard a cat howling from my bathroom. I walked in, turned on the bright, glaring light, and didn't see anything. If not for the fact that my german shepherd was going bonkers, I would have thought I imagined it. SO I opened the cabinet doors, and nothing popped out. Then I figured out it was coming from the walls of my bathtub. Like, inside them. So I pulled back a panel, my heart pounding, and there, was Halli. Rotten animal. I locked Mocha up so Halli wouldn't hiss and spit and claw at my arms, went back, scooped her up and put her hiney back outside. Then I couldn't sleep. If she can get in there, that means lots of other things can get in there. Oy.
On another note....today is my coffee date with Nancy! I really shouldn't spend the money, but I need the girl time. I will get a small something :D I'm excited!!!
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