Hubby and I went out on a date on Saturday. We saw the Pirates movie. BIG cliff-hanger ending!
Otherwise, it's been a fairly peaceful existance other than last night. At 10:30 pm, my husband was getting in and out of bed. I asked him what was wrong and he said that a storm was coming and he wanted to the tent down outside. So, I said we could run outside and take it down, but he was worried about leaving our son in the house. (What a sweet, caring man I have!) I reassured him that our son was sound asleep and that we could have the tent down in 5 minutes.
So, we ran outside and I realized that the storm wasn't coming. It was already here!! The lightening was fantastic and frightening. I dislike electric storms, and I dislike them more at night and I hate being outside during one. In my growing panic, I was pulling the heavy beams that hold the ridge pole up (this is a rather large 18th century reproduction tent) and I stumbled a little and dropped the pole right on top of my foot. Well, today I can hardly walk.
I couldn't last night. I stayed up with my son asleep in my arms reading the book "Kateri of the Mohawks."