I think my husband needs a nap

or something because he doesn't need a vacation...the whole month of February was one continual party-I'm still waiting for Heather and Ashley to post pictures of us playing at Disneyland and Newport since I didn't take any. Maybe that's it, all that partying. In any case, I went to go let Duane out last night before calling it a night. Adam had just come home, exhausted from a crappy day in the lab and splits with the missionaries. He was collapsed in bed. As I walked by the garage, I heard the fan on my not so quiet car going. Weird, I thought. I opened the door, and the car was running-with the garage closed. Thankfully, no one was in it...although I did momentarily panic and think the absolute worst. SO my husband had parked the car, gotten out of the car, closed up the garage, and turned in for the night while our car went happily humming along. Huh.