The other night, when I heard this on the radio:
I completely de-cluttered and deep-cleaned the house TWICE in the last month.
The other day, I drove to Taco Bell to get a taco. A Taco Bell taco. All the way across town.
Tonight I decided I felt like either throwing up, or eating a steak and cheese sub. J said why limit myself, just do both.
Last night I woke up five times to pee.
I've taken a nap pretty much every day since the first of the year.
I'll give you three guesses why I haven't been blogging regularly lately. Go on. I bet you can get it in one.