I was reading my bloggy friend Moe's Whatever Works yesterday where she said if we wake up dead in the middle of the night and see Elvis then that is a sure sign the Mayans were right and the world has come to an end.
In a dreamy haze in the wee hours - HOLY COW, THERE'S ELVIS! I've got to admit I was plum scairt poopless. Shaking the sleep from my eyes I was relieved to discover it was nothing more than my wife's cow taking a midnight stroll. I rolled over and went back to sleep.