Last night I got up about 2:00 am to go to the restroom. (not that you needed to know that.) And I heard the dogs go crazy. I thought, in my sleepy subconscious, "I bet some band kid is rolling my yard." Then I went back to bed. I woke this morning to see that I was right! Oh well. I'm a band director, during band camp, with 162 happy souls that can come any night and decorate my yard. We are just a casualty of band camp.
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