It was quiet in the house.  A little peace and quiet goes a long way with me.  I much prefer the chaos of a full house (either kind) and the bustle of many people all doing their thang.  I LIKE feeding lots of people.  I LIKE planning things for them.

 

It was quiet in the house.  I couldn’t stand it another minute.  That’s why, at eleven o’clock at night, my music is cranked up high.  It’s all right; we live out in the country.  You know, where the outdoor acoustics are so good, a cow can fart nine miles down the road and it sounds like it’s in the living room.  Somebody back in the ‘addition’ several miles behind us will have a party, and we feel as though we’re there.  The coyotes will start howling, and it sounds like they’re in the shrubs.  Oh wait, I think sometimes they are.

 

I think maybe they might even know where four of the five kittens are.  Yikes.

 

I love my music.  And yes, Grover is naked.  Many Muppets are.  It’s a lifestyle thing.  (Okay, what am I listening to?)

 

And why, you may ask, was my house so quiet?  Well, I’ll tell you.

 

Those PARENTS came back and took their kids!  The nerve.

 

I miss them already.

 

And why is it still light at eleven p.m.?  I bet you all know.

 

“I have a college pal who says we can pay one price for two. . . .”

 

Crank it up, boys.