Whew. Lawsy. I have to stop and think about what I'm writing here. It's difficult.
Some real bad storms blew through last night. Part of the storm system that hit us also did some pretty major damage to a town not too far away and killed alot of people.
Lucky for us it split in two and we got passed by on both sides. But it was a close thing.
Something about last night got me all squirreled up. Had strange crazy dreams about some of the stupidest stuff. My dogs have fleas, so we put flea spray on their beds. Now the dogs won't sleep on their beds because they smell like flea spray. Should we wash them or throw them out and get new ones?
I couldn't decide! It was becoming a huge issue and driving me crazy like the freaking tell tale heart or something....
What the freaking holy mother of snap was that all about?
The dreams woke me up at 3am, about two hours after I went to sleep. Tried to go back to sleep and tossed and turned for an hour. Then, just as I was dropping back off again, the wife's alarm clock went off and scared the snap out of me. I almost fell out of bed.
And after an adrenaline rush like that I knew I wasn't going to sleep anymore so I just went ahead and got up and got my first cup of coffee.
It has been an
I sure as heck aint fifteen years old anymore. Back then I could go days without sleep. And I'd be fine. Today I'm lucky I didn't pepper spray myself. Tonight I keep losing track of what I am writing in mid-sentence. I have to keep looking at what I've just written and go "What?".
Tonight I don't care where the dogs sleep. They can nestle amongst the fine china for all I care. Curl up in the Cadbury Eggs or build a freaking couch fort and have a camp out.
I'm going to bed.
Oh yeah, the calendar. Tuesday will be National Escargot Day. Mmmmm... freaking snails. Yum. It will also be Brother's Day and Hug Your Cat Day. I don't know how apropos it would be to hug your cats brother or even to hug your brothers cat, but there you go.
Just don't hug any snails. That's just nasty.
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