Longing for La-La Land
Just because she’s so adorable, here is much better picture of my little vacation puppy/reading companion from the Maine visit. She definitely rates up there on the list of my most favoritest parts of the trip:
Well, my darling husband is out of town and my subconscious (id? ego? superego? whatever!) is not letting me sleep. Other than 15 minutes of frantic REM sleep last night, during which I dreamed that I lost an eye to a vicious Cockatoo that was permanently attached to my arm, I’ve had zero sleep in 2 days. Being de-eyed does NOT rate high on my list of the bestest stuff to dream about.
So I’d like to place a dream order for tonight, please, to be delivered around oh, say, 5:45 pm. I’d like the 38-year-old version of Sean Connery and whatever-his-current-age-is version of Daniel Craig to be embroiled in a very naughty love triangle starring a 22-year-old-version of yours truly. Yes indeed I’ll be in complete hot accent and beautiful man overload, but it beats painfully losing an eye to an angry parrot.
Today’s Weight: 140.2
Mood: Mucho groggy
Misc.: I have an unreasonable hate for the lying chick in the Glade candle commercials. I’d very much enjoy giving her a giant wedgie. Is there something wrong with me?
