Found phone

We're back; we're tired. The drive took about an hour and a half longer than usual. We stopped too much. Ironically, neither of the boys would eat more than a few crackers. So much for trying to do the right thing.

While we were away, the cats shit on the bathroom rug, which is very unusual. Later today, the dog was thrilled to leave the kennel (where he chewed up all his toys). And I found a cell phone in the park while walking the dog. I couldn't find a "home" number, so I sent a text to the phone's "my email." "Found phone," I wrote, with my phone number.