WTF?

Why do I feel guilty? Some random teenager knocked at my door at 9:45 tonight to tell me that I have an opossum living under my front porch. Of course I was immediately suspicious of someone knocking at my door that late, never mind that it is some funky-looking guy. Cooper was barking like mad (good dog!). The guy tells me about it, then says he can show me where the hole is by my porch and I'm like, "yeah, I know where it is" (which I do) and I thank him for letting me know.

I close the door and I feel guilty. Why? Because I was suspicious? Because I kept the porch door closed and locked? Maybe this kid was just honestly trying to be nice and helpful and I'm all paranoid.

I'm pretty certain I know why I feel guilty......but that's an entirely different matter.

Even Cooper is sleepy

Kyle and I slept in this morning. We had a late night last night, so sleeping in was appropriate. The only problem is that it's now after 1 am and I'm awake and watching an episode of Modern Marvels about Disney World. Kyle went to bed hours ago--he has the amazing ability to be sleepy no matter what time he woke up. I, on the other hand, have become a creature of habit. If I *can* sleep in past 9, I can't freakin' fall asleep that night. I guess the gratuitous chocolate consumption around 11 pm didn't help.....

Cooper (who has been asleep constantly--besides a few potty breaks, dinner, and a good brush-out--since I picked him up from doggie day care around 1 pm) has buried his head under a pillow on the sofa as a "it's too late for the living room lights to still be on" protest. :-)