I've already posted 1 entry whining about the rain and the non-summer-y weather, so rather than go into another tirade I'll just say this-- today, it was about 50 degrees outside. That's just plain wrong.
So, it's been a fairly uneventful past couple days here... I've been busy uploading and categorizing pictures from the weekend and stuff, and this morning I actually got some different house work done (Zach got home and as he went to start cooking dinner, exclaimed in a surprised tone, "Hey, the kitchen's clean!").
However, there is one thing that's been occupying our minds-- and this is The Mystery of the Random Cat/Dog Poop. See, when we arrived back home Sunday night we found some poop on our welcome mat. (Nice, huh?) Zach thinks it was too nicely formed and perfectly preserved to have been picked up and moved there, so his theory is that Sierra had a through-the-glass-door meeting with a neighborhood cat, who decided to poop right there as a showing of territoriality or something.
I'm wondering if it was one of the village teenagers, possibly the same ones that threw a water balloon at our door a few weeks ago, one night while the parents were still here. I guess we'll just keep our eyes open and look out for any other weirdness or pranks.