Let there be light

Chester is wonderful. He never fails to make me smile.

Every night, he locks himself in the bathroom. The door swings itself shut, and Chester is never able to resist the allure of a closed door that he can nose his way past. The outcome is always the same: someone in my family asks “where’s Chester,” and soon enough the muffled whines start from the bathroom. Hoping that he’ll someday learn, we typically let him whine for a good five minutes before someone rescues him. But so far… Additionally, the dirty spot where he uses his nose to push open the white door keeps reappearing, despite being frequently washed off. =)

Excerpt from a previous phone conversation: Sean says to me “yeah, do you mind driving, because the last three trips to Wellington have been in my car.” Wellington is the first city in Colorado across the border– about 40 miles from Cheyenne. “What’s in Wellington,” I ask. Sean tells me “well, you see, there’s this gas station.” “Gas station,” I counter, inquisitively. “Yes, gas station,” Sean continues, “where we’ve been buying lottery tickets.”

If you know Sean, you’ll understand why is this, no joke, the funniest thing I’ve heard in a very long time.

That aside, life has been reasonably calm. On Saturday night, Sean and I drove to the Little Caesar’s in Laramie to satisfy an amazing craving for a $5 Hot & Ready. Go figure– we drove two hours (round-trip) for a $5 pizza. It was good though, and so was the pizza.

Sunday my sister and I took my mom down to the Boulder Dinner Theatre’s production of The Wizard of Oz, which was quite enjoyed by all three of us. Most impressive, I think, was the scene with Jitterbugs and Flying Monkeys– the Monkeys actually managed to fly some, suspended from the ceiling by bungee-cords, and did some thoroughly amusing acrobatics.