Wayh.

It's 12:06 a.m. and I can't sleep because there is an excited frog outside my window, squeaking away. Loudly.

Brad is sleeping in the master bedroom, alone, as he is a sicky. Yesterday he was riding in his client's car with the a/c blasting, and he thinks there might have been something funky in the a/c as his throat hurt yesterday and hurts even more today. I put him to bed with a dose of liquid Tylenol with Cooling Action. Poor man.

I spent the evening baking a strawberry pie. Inspired by this post and the delicious pictures, I decided it would be just the thing to cap off our lasagna dinner with Jeff, Shelley, and the kids tomorrow night. I feel a little bit deceptive as I snuck a little spinach into the lasagna sauce without telling Brad. He'll figure it out tomorrow, I'm sure. I'm just trying to get us to eat just a little bit more healthily as I'd like to celebrate many more anniversaries.

Ahhh. The frog has quieted for now so I'm off to sleep.