I was in the middle of a lovely dream last night, where the airport was conveniently located next to my house. I was just about to board a plane when I awoke with a start.
Startled awake by the sounds of snoring.
It wasn't the Hubby.
It was the DOG.
And not the 70 pound dog.
It was the 7 pound dog. Sawing logs. In a large forest. With a chain saw.
I've been woken up many a time in my history of sleep.....snoring Husband, crying baby, barfing child, water breaking...you know...they usual stuff. But now I am being woken up by the 14 year old dog snoring away?
By the eighth tree, he took a smoke break and I got back to boarding that plane.
Turns out it's great to have an airport right next door because the pilot will wait for you to run home and grab the child's blanket you forgot to pack.
If I got more sleep I wouldn't forget these things in the first place.
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