Off the the Caribbean!

Well, the pirates are going anyway...

Jeff took S,R&L to Pirates of the Caribbean tonight for the (very exciting) 8pm sneak peek show. After making a hearty dinner of bbq chicken, yellow Spanish rice, fresh green beans and crusty french bread, they scooted off and K and I cleaned the kitchen and played. How strange to have just her and I. We looked at each other a lot like, "Um, where'd they go? What do we do now?" We played and laughed and hugged and tickled and now she is down and lo and behold, I can BLOG til' my heart's content!!!

True to form though, some amount of guilt sets in as I know I could be finishing organizing the back room or rearrange R's drawers as a surprise....

Alas, I shall take just a little more time for this.

Right after I put K down I heard the neighbor's dogs barking (again) so I went to the front porch to investigate! They have the property adjacent to ours and their driveway goes up the length of our property to the road. It seems they stop directly at our house and let those dogs bark away! But I know I just am more sensitive to it when Kate is sleeping. Why they bark up and down that driveway I'll never know. ANYway,
I stand, hands on hips to await the fierce predators to pass when I notice that the neighbors are carrying their garbage cans to the road for garbage pick up tomorrow.
Yikes! We have forgotten ours!
Funny how God can be in every detail if we let Him. I was all excited to get a cup of Joe and get blogging but I knew I had to get that trash out. So off I lug 4 cans and a HUGE box to the road just KNOWING my honey will pull in at 11:30 and say, "Wow! I LOVE that girl!"
His love language is acts of service but not all acts, strangely enough. An elaborate meal, clean clothes, a massage evokes nothing but a thank you. But to take the garbage out, weed the garden or help him in the yard with something? You'd think I had climbed Mount Everest for him.
So...what's a small mountain of trash mean to me anyway? More than one would think!