I love the nightlife

A few nights ago, we had a scare. At 3am, a loud crash was heard downstairs. Everyone was up immediately. Milo was barking and hiding under the covers while Ben went downstairs to find out what caused the noise. By the time Ben came back to bed, I was sound asleep. I awoke when he got into bed and asked him why he was doing laundry at 3am. Apparently, I wasn’t going to let something like a potential home invasion get in the way of my beauty rest.

By the way, it wasn’t a burglar.