It's the little things...

Brent and I had the honor of helping Brent's brother, "Dirt", celebrate his 50th birthday this weekend.  And, you can imagine, as any part should be for a "Dirt", it was a huge success.  Because of all the family that was in town though, Brent and I ended up bunking with his parents at a local no-tell motel... with two dogs and two cats also in the same sleezy room.  We had to take our dog with us because it's easier than finding someone to housesit for one night, and Brent's folks had their critter with them because they were heading back from their house in the Hill Country (they animals also travel).
 
So.. there we were.... 

It was about 1am, and I could stop laughing.  Here we all are, crammed into the last (and probably worst) bedroom in Blanco, Texas... Tater is creeping INTO our bed as only she can do, and one of the cats is howling.  Of course Brent is telling me to shut up and go to sleep (yeah right), and then he stops mid-breath and whispers, "Something's crawling on me...".  That would be the other cat (the non-howling one).  It seems that kitty #2 (aka "Hotrod") was kicked out of bed by howling kitty #1.  So, Brent + Coral + Tater + Hotrod settled in for a midsummers' night dream.... or not.  Howling kitty never stopped, and by about 4am he was finally banished to the truck outside to think about what he'd done by himself.

These are the best days of our lives.