Long Night

Last night, I was just between being awake and dream world. You know the spot, when your body loves to at the right moment have a spasm and you wake-up. Right at that precise moment my phone rings. It's late, who the hell is calling me at this ungodly hour, 2256 to be exact. I look down and it's D. What the hell? Since boots on the ground, he has never called me at night (other than once from Kuwait). This is a first. He just wanted to say hi and let me know he finally was able to talk to Bubba. He has been trying all week since Bubba is on Spring Break.I really didn't expect D to call me for awhile. I figured I probably said something in my post over here that pissed him off. Nope, he isn't mad and he understands why I wrote what I did. You are probably wondering why I am telling you this. He asked me not to take my Blog down. He knows how much it means to me and he enjoys reading what I send to him. For those who don't know, he is not computer savy and couldn't find it if he wanted to. I try to copy some of my posts and comments and send it to him via motomail.com. He only asks that I be careful with what I write, just in case. I told him no worries, I have another one that I can write what ever I want and can still remain somewhat anonymously. While we were talking I heard a crash from the bathroom. Damn hamsters are making to much noise. One of these days I am going to tape there wheels down. I told him about some of the wonderful emails I received from "My Last Post." His reply to all of you "Thank you very much for supporting us." We only talked for a few minutes and then it was off to bed for me. I had a hard time going to sleep after that. Finally sleep came. Then at 0115, "MOM!" Yes. "MOM!!" Yes, as I am still trying to figure out which kid is calling me. "MOM!!!! Scruffy is out of his cage." With this I flew out of bed, what the hell. It seems my daughter's little Houdini was in my son's closet. We spent the next 30 minutes chasing that damn thing. Lego Man kept telling me he wanted to go back to bed, as he's crying. "Hell No, you need to put him back in his cage." I refuse to pick it up. It took us another 15 minutes for him to catch him. That little shit. It seems, "Scruffy" our little Houdini, had climbed up on my son's bed and ran across his head. That is what woke him up. By now I am laughing at it. My son was crying. It was funny. Yeah I know, it's really wasn't to hard for Scruffy to climb into my son's bed with all that mess around it, but he started out in the bathroom. Now you understand why I call him Houdini. My son's bed is about 3 feet off the ground. Damn hamster. I am waiting for the day I wake up looking at his face. Dyzgoneby