Insomnia sucks ass!
In roughly six hours my alarm will sound. Less really. And here I am, two in the morning, watching Phineas and Ferb. Seems like the rational, adult thing to be doing.
Today was great, though! Got to go play beauty shop with my bestie since high school. I trimmed her hair, she gave me a much needed cut and some eyebrow care. Facebook is a wonderful source of gossip (who's planning on naming their kid what terrible thing, how that one red headed, freckle faced guy thinks that mixed baby his wife had is really his...)! And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she tells me about getting invited backstage at the Gary Allan concert I skipped out on 'cause I didn't feel like braving the heat. Her wedding ring was spotted and the invite rescended, and good girl she is, she didn't slide her rings in her pocket and remove the offending gold bits. I'm really afraid that may have been my gut reaction... All bets are off when it comes to Gary Allan... so sorry, dear husband! I'm completely willing to issue him a free pass with the celebrity of his choice. Or truck stop lot lizard. Don't care, so long as I still get an hour or so alone with Gary Allan.
Then I head to another friend's house, smoke out and take some great video of their nine month old discovering corn on the cob (really must fight desire to stick her in my pocket and run! Doll!). Much more gossip (including a juicy morsel about Kenny Chesney, I KNEW IT! Ted Casablanca has never steered me wrong!).
Ok, must try sleeping now. Right after this episode of Hannah Montana goes off. It is AMAZING what qualifies as must see tv at nearly three a.m.
Current peeve: that 8:00 Dr Pepper. I should know better. This is where that always leads.
Current bliss: puppy curled up against my leg. She's beyond ready for bed!
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