I take a nap every Sunday after church. Well, I actually take a nap most days after lunch. This woman that I know and admire takes a nap everyday. I would love to be like her. And I figured that taking a nap everyday was the best place to start. She is amazing. I’m still waiting for all this beauty rest to turn me into amazing.
Anyway, on Sunday I was trying to nap. The wind was blowing outside, which really makes me so happy to be in my bed. But there was this persistent tap, pop, tap noise. I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from.
I managed to drag myself out from under the covers and begin my investigation of the noise. This is what I found in the window well right under my bedroom window. Some men who where using the window well as a coyote blind. How manly. And loud.
Look how cute these little hunters are. They are even being somewhat safe in the orange stocking. Unfortunately they lost count of how many predators they shot. I have no numbers to report.
Too bad for the mighty hunters we had their piano recital on Sunday night. So I had to fetch them out from the coyote blind and make them come in and shower. It’s unthinkable that they are supposed to switch gears from being a manly hunter into a pianist so fast.
One more pic, just cuz they are so cute. Oh yeah, Branson calls Piano Festival…Piano Festibal. I don’t even know how many ways and how many times I tried to get him to say Festibal over the past few weeks.
Carson has participated in 7 Piano Festivals. He earned this Beethoven statue. Branson calls the statue Mozefart. And he thinks Mozefart should have bunny ears too! I love my well rounded (that’s what you tell yourself they are when they are being hillbillies) little piano guys.