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Tonight is the first of two soccer nights per week for us. While I love watching her games, the leagues that Miss Boo is in right now are U-18 and those kids play late at night. Big girls, dontchaknow. Yeah, the games start at nine o'clock and they're about 30-40 minutes away from here, so we encounter some late nights for a school/work night. Because of this and the need for enormous amounts of sleep, Miss Boo has begun taking naps on Mondays and Wednesdays after school. Quite good thinking, if you ask me.

Super Sleuth, my husband (did I ever decide on a pseudonym for him or does it constantly change?), is off and in town today so he took this opportunity to take the car in for some much needed maintenance after which he met me at work. So we get home and he's in his office mapping directions to his next case, asking me questions and generally shouting throught the hallway at me. I'm in here, catching up on blogs and watching Gilmore reruns. Finally he's about done and he comes running in here, still talking loudly and I ask him why he's still shouting whereupon he revers-moons me and shouts that he has low-hangers!

"You know, Miss Boo is home," I calmly tell him.
"No she isn't."
"Umm, yeah she is...I wondered why you were shouting. She's taking a nap."

He creeps down the hallway (pants back on) to check and comes back in redfaced.

"I didn't think she was home." heh.
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