Friday, January 15, 2010

Ode to Snoring

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
You snore so loud
You're lucky I don't strangle you.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
When I hear you snore
I want to put a pillow over your nose and mouth.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
If I have to sleep on the couch again tonight
I'm going to pretend to be asleep next time the baby cries. Boo!

Sigh. Poor Boy. He just got home from a business trip and he's SO TIRED. He's snoring like a bulldog in the other room and I feel bad because I know he's probably not even getting good sleep. On the other hand, neither will I. So, mostly I feel sorry for myself. Because I'm selfish like that. Also, he went to bed at 8 so I had to tape Supernanny. How pathetic is it that Supernanny and 42 glasses of wine constitutes my big Friday plans?

If he ever reads this, I just want him to know that even though he snores like a rusty chainsaw in a cage fight with a pack of rabid bulldogs on meth, I still love him dearly.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Thirty Freaking Five

So, my birthday was Monday. I turned 35. THIRTY FIVE. What the hell? I just had my first baby! I just got married (well...this time for real)! How can I possibly be...middle-aged??

On a more serious note, so sad about Haiti. I hope everyone is taking advantage of the opportunity to donate to Red Cross (or the charity of your choice) via text.

Go Team Conan!

Is that all random enough for you? Would you like a goat with your soup? Can I get you a bottle to enhance your exersaucer experience? Rice cereal anyone?

The boy is out of town. I'm very tired. Obviously.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Oooh...shiny.

So, they have this new thing on Blogger where you can print up all your posts into a book and...you know...hold them and touch them. I think I might do it. Then I could get rid of this website and move on with my life. Right? Hmmmm...anyway. I've been very busy wife-ing and mommy-ing and employee-ing. And drinkie-ing. I'll say this about having MS - I had to go back on my meds relatively quickly after giving birth, which means no breastfeeding, which means...yay wine!

Wow. An entire paragraph and I said absolutely nothing. Blogging is cool.