People say, “You look like M.C. Hammer on crack, Humpty”

I slept in just a little compared to days previous. It was a little too warm for me to be under covers. I only meant to get up and go to the bathroom and come back, but then Podrick figured it was time for everyone to be up. You see, it was locked out of the bedroom for probably being a bit of a bastard.

And I’m sure The Beautiful One has been awake for at least 2 hours at this point. I feel guilty that I’m the only one that gets to sleep in. I wish that I could get up really early, and let her sleep. But we’ve tried that when I get the random opening shift. She’s already awake, and can’t sleep past a certain hour.

We didn’t do a whole bunch of anything yesterday when I came home from work. I was beat. I basically sat on the couch staring at the television. It took a little while, but I got up and made some lunch, and really times my hardest to stay awake. I managed to stay awake, but it was touch and go for a little while.

We had a gorgeous meal, and retired to the sitting room to relax for the rest of the night. We watched some shows on castles and really big homes in England, and what the families are doing to keep these giant houses running. It’s amazing the size of these “houses”.

Also started Mr. McMahon. What a sick man. But also so very interesting. We watched a couple of episodes. And now, here we are – chore day, AND Clash in Paris. That’s starting at noon, so I should get everything going, because I have no idea how long it’ll be. I’m sure we’ll get back from Shady Acres, and end up watching the main event. But let’s gooo!