Long weekends really mess me up
Mood:  cool
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I like three day weekends, if only because that's three days to sleep in, instead of two. And I can procrastinate on my housework a little longer. But, come Tuesday I'm all confused. I feel like it's Monday and now here it is Wednesday and I feel like it's only Tuesday and I should be excited about the weekend, but I feel out of whack. What it feels like to be in whack, I can honestly say I don't know. Logic would indicate that it's the opposite of the way I feel now, but I'm not so sure.

My oh so lovely sister-in-law and niece moved out today, which is good and bad and I don't have the time to go into the reasons why. But it will be nice to get our privacy back and now my son can sleep in his own bed instead of mine. Don't get me wrong, it's great to snuggle and all, but both my son and my husband are bed hogs and I end up sleeping on the very edge of the bed holding on for dear life. I just don't get any rest that way. Which is not a good thing. Sleep is great. Almost as good as cheesecake. Notice I said Almost, not as good as. Nothing is as good as cheesecake. NOTHING.

I'm a little confused as to what appears to be going on behind the scenes or screens I guess on some peoples blogs. But then I guess it's none of my business or I would be getting mysterious e-mails or comments posted. I'm not as cool as I thought apparently. However, I rest secure in the knowledge that no news is good news and I'm not sure I want to be receiving distressing e-mails or what not. I know curiosity killed the cat, but does it kill anything else? Good question. An even better question, why do stores that are open 24 hours a day have locks on the doors? And what's up with the saying "sure as hell". Example: "I'm sure as hell not going to pick up that dog shit barehanded!" Or sure as shit for that matter. How sure are shit and hell. Well shit happens eventually, but hell? Things to ponder, for sure.

Last night after giving my kids a bath, my son was running around bare ass neked yelling, "Look at my butt, look at my butt!" Now granted he has a cute little tush, but the only people there to actually look at his butt are the people that have already seen it. Sometimes I wonder about him. If he didn't look so much like his father I'd think he'd been switched at birth.