Blogging around the letter h is a pain in the ass (I have temporarily dealt with this by copying one from another piece of text and pasting it every time), but I have been dying to tell you about the nap I had Wednesday morning. Seriously. It was pouring, I hadn't slept well, so I put Gracie on the bus, put on the TV in my room with El Dorado on so the Duke could guard my sleep, and dozed/snoozed for the next two hours...deep enough sleep to get me rested, shallow enough that I would occasionally wake up enough to wonder if there was something I was supposed to be doing, and realise there WASN'T.
BLISS. Seriously. Like, I have had plenty of sex AND food that wasn't as good as this nap.
It's the little things, friends. Real blog when I have an h again.
BLISS. Seriously. Like, I have had plenty of sex AND food that wasn't as good as this nap.
It's the little things, friends. Real blog when I have an h again.