So, after the delightful sleep pills experiment, I have learned something:
Set you darned alarm Enna.
I woke up at 5 a.m. again. But then I went back to sleep.
And did not set my alarm.
So it was a success, sort of. If success means sneaking into your office with greasy sweaty hair from sleeping and not showering and hoping no one catches you or smells you.
Oh, and I also dreamed that I had a barrel (like the kind that homeless people would wear in cartoons) full of baby doll legs that I had to eat otherwise the drill Sargent would make me run 5 miles.
My exact words: Uh, Drill Sargent Sir? I think I would rather run the 5 miles.
But instead I was forced to eat doll legs on a military base some where. I am pretty sure that little torture goes against the Geneva Convention. But I could be wrong. I'm wrong a lot.
Well folks, it's time for bed. I only got through half the barrel last night and those baby doll legs aren't going to eat themselves.
I feel de doll legs represent...your love for your muzzer. Tell me about her...(Imagine all of this in Freudian..)
ReplyDeleteAh, so glad I decided to let that coffee cool down.
ReplyDeleteI DID used to tell her when she was very little that she was so-o-o sweet that I could just eat her up....and then I would blow on her little Buddha belly and hold her tight so I could sniff the top of her sweet little head. The top of her head always smelled like a garden. I attributed that to breastfeeding for the first two years and all the honeydew melons I craved while I was carrying her!
ReplyDeleteI am too!
ReplyDeleteOh Hootie. Indeed you did!
ReplyDeleteXOXO
LMAO! I literally snorked out loud at work when I read this!
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