Day Three

Day three of the new year. Apparently it’s the year of the dog, because I’ve heard it on A&E about 50,000 times for Dog the Bounty Hunter commercials. Back to work today. Of course the one night I can’t sleep. I laid in bed for 4 hours before sleep came. Poor Chris sacraficed himself for the cause and despite my protests, scooted himself to the floor. He kept kicking me and after the third time I asked him to move his legs over, he just scooted on down to the floor. At that point it was 1am and after a few attempts to get him back on the bed, and with his assural he was in no way mad, I promptly fell to sleep. Woke up refreshed at 7, right at the alarm. Of course, this being the return to work, the witch showed yesterday. For some strange reason I didn’t get my hormonal PMS this month. So I think that shows already how much I needed that vacation. Here’s to another 6 months of hard work, and here’s to enough money to have 4th July week off. Here’s to a year of good health, money, and hopefullly a successful path to a baby.

I felt more awake an hour ago when I woke up, then I do now, and I just polished off a hot cup of joe.

Ideas for Chris’s birthday. I thought about an over the hill theme, but he’s really sensitive to turning 30, and while I think it’s funny because 30 is not old, I understand his position and that’s out. But  how do I make him feel super special?