ROBIEWANKENOBIE

mmmm. i've hit that warm toasty bit of tired. before you give up the ghost, but want to hang on a bit savoring the pre-sleep calm. the week is young, but i? notsoyoung. i feel like i've aged ninety years since saturday.

i called the leon from work to ask him how much he loved me? he said, "not that much." so i hung up on him. "no, really. what do you want?" i asked him to meet me at the starbucks to trade off the wee one so that i could go knit. well, that and make dinner, bathe them, and get the homework done. he loved me that much.

so, quite a bit done on the evil socks of doom. the end is near. the tunnel? she has a light at the end of her (don't go there. no. don't.). dare i hope by saturday? ah, what the hell. there was much laughter. a bit of naughty ooogling of cute boys (and, perhaps, some tawdry talk). good for the soul. and probably turned back the clock a few years.

and now? the toasty warm pre-toasties. mmmm.