Is it just me or are the birds chirping earlier and louder this year? I think they’re awake before the roosters (not that we have any roosters near us…but 4:00 - 4:30 is plenty early to be awakened by birds.)
Bug is obsessed with band-aids these days and at any given time he could have seven from his ankle to his knee, one on every finger and even a few on Winnie-the-Pooh’s ears.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that I walked around the office for two hours before someone pointed out that I had a Spiderman band-aid stuck on my skirt—on my butt. Catch phrase of the day: “Spiderman, my ASSSSS.” It works in many situations.
When Bug goes to bed, he often asks Donnie or me to lie down with him for a few minutes. His line is, “I want a friend to sleep with me.” It sounds like such a pathetic pickup line each time I hear it.
Right before our convention I always seem to have some bizarre dreams. I’ll spare you the details but it involved: a run-in in NY with gangsters, a parking garage with a winding exit that landed me in Maryland, a 1970s police-ish car that I was a passenger in until my friend jumped out and I had to drive only then remembering I can’t drive a stick shift and seeing a friend with her new haircut that changed her hair to fettuccine. Maybe having birds wake me at 4am isn’t so bad.
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