Sunday, August 29, 2010
I got up early this morning because I wanted to get things ready for the kids to come over to see their Grandpa. I fed the cat, changed her box, fed the dogs, and, at 6 a.m. stepped outside to take a walk. There was a van parked in my driveway. My Dad's van. He couldn't sleep well at the motel, so he came on to my house. I have NO idea how he managed to find the house. But he did. Do you think Scooter-dog was excited to have company?
Dad and I walked around the block together, we got my hubby out of bed, enjoyed a little coffee, unloaded the van, and by 8:00 a.m he was gone.
A little disappointed here that the boys won't get to see him, but I understand his desire to get back home and avoid as much traffic as possible by driving through Atlanta and St. Louis on a Sunday.