The Boys Are Back In Town (and a few girls too)

This was the first week of classes for the cadets. I've seen my three favorite guys almost every day this week. One of them even popped up on the news last night for some bill that (hopefully) won't get passed about prayer before meals. This place isn't nearly as fun when the kids aren't here. This summer will suck I'm sure. And now I'll just have to learn to like the juniors as much as the guys that are graduating.

I burned my hand with my curling iron early in the week and it's not looking much better. The weird thing is that there are tiny specks of brown (no they aren't freckles) on top of the pinkish area. Is that normal?

So unofficially it's Friday the 13th. That usually means they play the movies on like USA really late at night. I remember staying up late one Friday the 13th to watch a bunch of them at my friend Cindy's house. She lived on a farm and it was pretty freaking quiet there. Well her dad, around 1am in the morning, decided he was going to get us. At the time, the couch in her family room backed up to the sliding door to the back yard. He managed to go outside, around the back and in through the sliding door completely undetected. He popped up behind us and scared the crap out of both of us. Her little brothers came around the corner and were dying laughing. Apparently one of them had snuck past us when we had our eyes covered in fright and unlocked the sliding door for him. Good times.