I'm taking the sons down south to the Lodge in the lovely Uinta Mountains for a few days.

We had quite an uproar last night involving a supposed burglary and a helpful policeman who kindly went down the basement with a gun drawn to smoke out any lurking intruders. Then my oldest son "remembered" that the thing I thought had been stolen had really been "lent" to his friend that afternoon. As a result, that oldest son will have a few telephoneless days to think about things. :| Such fun being a mother.