It’s Tuesday, which means we managed to survive another Monday. It also means it’s time for some random, so read this, and then head on over to The Un Mom for some more random. You can’t have enough random in your life. I wonder how many times I can say random in one paragraph.
I often find myself very annoying, so I can only imagine what others must think of me. Maybe I should clarify. I often find myself in situations that annoy me, only I somehow manage to perpetuate the situation so that it happens over and over again. And then I become annoyed with myself once I noticed my actions. I know I need to stop, but somehow I can’t. I should probably explain, but I like being all cryptic with you this morning.
The husband and I are often fighting over who is taking up more space in our bed. He seems to think that somehow he is entitled to more room just because he’s taller and bigger. I don’t think so. We’re married, so that means I get at LEAST half, if not more. That’s how God intended it. Granted, we have a king size bed, you’d think there would be more than enough room for both of us. Somehow there never is though.
I’ve mentioned before that I do my best thinking around 1:00am. The problem with this is that I think all that great wisdom and creativity somehow seeps into my pillow around 5:00am, because I always wake up just as dull and boring as the day before. I need to somehow end this vicious and draining cycle.
I went to the dentist yesterday, it was not a barrel of laughs. I had a headache when I got there, so things didn’t go so well. I love my dentist, he’s Canadian, and talks like he is. I think the reason my dentist loves me is that I have FANTASTIC dental coverage. We’re in a recession here people, dental insurance is becoming a thing of the past, and here I am, double covered. I’m probably one of the few patients who can still pay my bill. So of course he wants to see me again in a few weeks, I’m just that awesome.
I have ten weeks left of work. TEN. WEEKS. People, that’s hardly anything! It will be over in the blink of an eye. After that, no more early Saturday mornings, no more bossing people around (except the husband of course). Then it will be all cardboard boxes and moving trucks. Oh, the joy. I can hardly contain myself.