The smell of bacon tickled my palate, lifting me out of my sleep a little earlier than usual this morning. Last night's slumber party was just a ruse to throw us off the scent--it was really all about Operation Bed'n Breakfast. Half the neighborhood slept here--floors, couches, chairs--anywhere they could find a place. At least 10 teen-aged creatures got up at 4:30 am to fix Mom and me breakfast in bed. We even found a couple of undocumented workers helping with the morning chores.
Nineteen years ago, a Khmer Princess, fresh from the horrors of Cambodia's Killing Fields, married a spoiled, small town hayseed, fresh from his Mormon Mission. Two perpendicular trails merged into one parallel road. I love you, Sweetheart. Happy Anniversary!