So Sunday night I went to bed before Allen and was really tired. I think I fell asleep just seconds after hitting the pillow. Next thing I know, Allen wakes me up and asks, "Are you OK? Were you...snoring?" I was too groggy to answer more than, "I don't know." I wiped the drool off my cheek, then I here him rush into the baby's room, then upstairs to check the kids. By this time, I had woke up enough to remember my dream. I was dreaming that some kids were tormenting our pig Sweetheart and I was hiding on the other side of the fence snorting fiercely at them to scare them off. And I guess I was snorting out loud. I couldn't help but to start laughing as I realized how scary it probably was for Allen to hear growling and snorting like a ferocious pig coming from somewhere in the house. Yet another reason why my hubby loves me so much...I can call those hogs.
We were on our way back to college after a fun weekend trip to a friends home. The windows were down to allow at least the breeze in since it was scorching hot outside and this car had no air-conditioning, in fact, we were lucky it ran at all. And with the windows down, we actually had a nice cross breeze with the holes in the floor board.We were singing to whatever song we could find on the stations in the middle of Kansas on some little mostly unknown highway. It was the quickest route between Manhattan and Wichita. There are many things in life to fear and many things to fear in the flat lands . I had been in Wichita on two separate occasions when there were tornadoes , but this threat was even worse. On a long stretch of quiet highway we enjoyed the beautiful sights of the pastures and sky. There were several tractors working in the fields and mowing in the ditches. Up ahead of us, there was something covering the entire road for as far as we could see. As we neared, it lo...
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