Vacation is over. Now I have to work again.

No fun.

After some tears (yeah, I’m a big ol’ baby) and a long nap, I felt better yesterday. My house was awful quiet last night though. The boys didn’t have anyone to show out for, so there was no more teasing followed by loud bursts of anger. And funny how all the farting and burping just stopped. Ugh. Boys.

Grant messaged me this morning that they made it home safe and sound. He’s heading around to visit with his mates today and I’m sure he’ll be out for a night on the town. Not that he parties. Nope, he’s a good lad who only drinks the occasional Mountain Dew. (won’t be having that anymore, will ya laddie?)

Only one more lad is left. Captain Barnard is still in Nebraska but he will be heading to Memphis next week before he flies home. If things work out, Fishdog and I will be taking the Captain out for dinner. I’m sure we’ll go to Hooters since that seems to be a laddie favorite. *rolling eyes* It won’t matter where we go, a night out with Captain is like no other…and if you don’t believe that, just ask him.