Yesterday I went home from work, messed around the house a little and fell asleep in the bed at 6 o'clock. Hi-C woke me for dinner, after which I promptly fell asleep again. Not so good, considering I was supposed to meet my friend Christy for drinks at 8. I woke up at 7 and called her, left a message, fell back asleep and woke up again at 8:30. At that point I was in a strange, sleep-induced, drunk-like stupor and had no idea how to function. I called Christy and left her another message that sounded, I'm sure, like an out of breath patient post-lobotomy. Then, I fell asleep again.I think it's because I haven't been eating right lately, a sharp contrast to the summer's fresh vegetable-laden meals. (This is where I point you to my post on The Dirt today. Though not literally, I'm dreaming of veggies. I don't know what I dreamt about yesterday into last night into this morning. With the way I felt, I'd guess maybe tequila.)
This story had nothing to do with the family portrait I've posted today. Me and my 5 boys, the loves of my life. Maybe that's why I was so tired? Keeping up with those crazy guys?
1 comment:
Sounds like fun, no matter what. And that mustaches on the boy. Hmm, lovely. Youshould have sent him out for drinks in place of you, wearing that mustache...I come in place of....hee hee
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