I kind of like having the house to myself when RM takes off for the weekend. Apparently, not all of us feel that way. Gracie misses her friend.

I smelled something on Friday night, but I couldn't find it, so I thought it must have been just me. But RM found it--on his bed--when he got home earlier today. I was livid. He was gracious-- especially when I told him it meant that she missed him.