Over Mother's Day/Corey's birthday weekend we had the wonderful opportunity for a camping trip in his home town. The nights were lovely. Crisp, fresh air on our faces. Falling asleep the the nocturnal sounds of the wilderness. Snuggled up in our sleeping bags we were able to see the stars through his parents' living room window as we curled up on an air mattress on the floor.
It's gotta be a funny sight; two adults (one nearing middle age) taking up almost the entire living room, in sleeping bags. What might have been funnier is Corey waking up bright and early Sunday singing "happy birthday" to himself as he made his coffee.
I won't even comment on his facination with the cats.