Last night, Curly got a call from some of his friends offering him a ticket to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels in Baltimore. I had already seen the show in NYC, so I encouraged him to go, knowing how much he would like it. I must have fallen into a deep sleep on the couch before he got home, because when he walked through the door, he scared the dickens out of me. I screamed so loud the neighbors must have heard. Then, I was so embarrassed, I started to cry.
Mini-me does indeed have strep throat. She woke up at about 3 this morning, asking for a story. Patch also woke up several times. I am one sleepy momma this morning.