it's 7:54pm. My truck is running..warming up as the windows are frosted over. Auston just got out of the tub and I'm rushing him to get his jammies on. Their bedtime is 8:00pm..SHARP. Every night. Except tonight. Shawn is at the archery shop and here I am...typing away..willing the windows of my truck to clear up quickly so we can rush outside...into the darkness...boys in their jammies and me...with no other thought but that I need to GET TO BORDERS!!. I finished Twilight. And.I.Must.Read.More.