With summer quickly wisking away, I decided to linger a little longer in bed and enjoy the quiet of the house.
That thought was quickly broken by the sound - the LOUD sound - of a horn blaring. Not the simple sound of a car horn. No, this sounded like a train or an ocean liner was coming down my street. I expected to see Captain Stubing if I headed out the door. As our dog ran in with one of those "Timmy's in the well" looks, I decided to see what this continuous noise was. Eventually I saw that it was not a ship but a large dumptruck that decided our house was the perfect spot to park and blare. Lucky us!
And so my day and week begins. What will it hold?
(As I write this one of my children walks in with a glass of juice and asks me to taste it - with my judgement obviously blasted away by the horn I comply. Yep it went bad - and now I'm feeling a little sick. Can't wait to get out of bed!)
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