| I was really wiped out last night. You know the kind of tired that hangs out behind your eyes for the entire day? Face-splitting yawns punctuated my conversation in meetings, let me tell you. The entire population of AcronymCo must think I think they're incredibly boring. nocommentnocommentNOCOMMENT Anyway, I got home at 5:00, said "hi" to the kids, and told them I was lying down. Usually a half-hour to 45 minutes does me just fine. But it wasn't to be. Afternoon naps and children (and dogs) just don't mix well. Suffice to say, I didn't get any sleep. It went a little something like this: Marie (from the computer room, next door to my bedroom): "Michael, come check this out!" Michael: "Mumble!" (from the kitchen) Marie (insistent): "Just COME HERE!" ~pause~ Michael: "What?!?" (some assorted mutterings punctuated by giggles and "Hey, cut it out!"'s.) (dogs, outside, starting to get annoyed with each other. Gypsy, "Burf!" at Kye, who is apparently bothering her.) I roll over, pound the pillow. Marie: "Scrrreeeeech!!!! Michael, give me the mouse! Give Me The Mouse!!!" Michael: (evil big brother laugh) Marie: "Don't send that! I didn't say that!" (I deduce that she's chatting with a male classmate, and Michael is now informing him that Marie "likes" him.) Michael: "Ow! Hey, that hurt! Look, you scratched me!" Marie: "Screeeeeech!!! Don't touch me. DON'T TOUCH ME!" Laura: (after getting up and stomping to the computer room) "Which part of 'I'm going to lie down for a while' didn't you understand? Please keep it down." Kids: ~blink~ (I go back into the bedroom to lie down - reduced mutterings eminate from the computer room) (Meanwhile, in the backyard...) Kye: (doppler effect of "pant... Pant... PANT... Pant... pant..." as she races up to and past the door) Gypsy: "Brurf!" Kye: (Gallops in a wide circle around the yard (again), approaches Gypsy...) Gypsy: "Brurf!" Kye: (Circles around again, alternates path to step on Gadget and race past the door) Gadget: "Yap!" Gypsy: "BRURF!" (Gypsy makes a small-dog-to-big-dog attempt at a tackle) Kye: "Arow-ruhow-raroo..." (Gnaws on Gypsy's ear) Gadget: "YAP!!!" (Gets stepped on by Kye) Laura: "Sigh" (stomps to the door...) "Will you guys SHUT UP! Go lay down. No. NO NO NO!" (much finger-shaking ensues) Dogs: ~blink~ (I lay back down. Toss. Turn. Dogs turn up the volume. Kids turn up the volume. End up staring up at the ceiling for fifteen minutes, unable to nap after all.) I had a 6:30 hair appointment, which didn't actually get started until 6:45. They're nice ladies over there, but fit very VERY well into the stereotypical "Oh, nicey nice to your face... good, she's gone, we can talk trash about her" genre of hairdressers. Anyway, got a trim to reduce the "Hi! I'm Shaggy Dog!" first impression thing, and prepare for the Resurgence of The Permed One in a month ("Just in time for the holidays!"). Ran a couple of errands, swung by Taco Bell, home by 8:00. Calvin was working late and didn't get home until 8:30. Cute Alert!He called on his cell phone to say he was on his way home. We chatted for his entire ride home, and he didn't hang up with me until he pulled into the driveway. *And* he had a big 'ol smooch and an "I missed you" for me when he walked in, two seconds later. Ready? One... two... three... "Awwww..."I sat blinking at "The Thomas Crown Affair" until about 9:00 (nekkid Pierce Brosnan butt! Aw-RIGHT!), then moved into the bedroom to blink at "Frasier" (or however the hell you spell it) until 10:00. Calvin, in his sweet way, kissed me goodnight, shut off the TV and the lights, and moved out into the living room so he wouldn't disturb me. I remember briefly rousing at about 11:30 when he came to bed. I was having the oddest dream in which Calvin was an airline pilot. His plane crashed as I watched (ala "Final Destination"), yet he was unscathed (all other passengers except the lady that says "Buh-bye! Buh-bye..." as you disembark, died), and was nonchalant about the whole incident. I was in the process of emphasizing that it was a *plane crash*, and he really should be much more concerned, when... "BLARG!" It was an awakening of a violent nature, and I rolled over hurriedly to inspect Calvin. He was lying very, very still, on his stomach. I shook him. He didn't move. I shook him again, harder. "Mmmurmph?" he mmurmphed. "Baby? You okay?" "Mmurmph." Then... "I yelled in my sleep, didn't I?" "Actually, it was more like "BLARG!"," I informed him. Calvin began to laugh hysterically. "What? WHAT?" I demanded. "I knew as soon as I did it in my dream that I did it out loud," he said. "Are you really awake, Calvin?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm awake." "What the hell was that all about?" "I was dreaming a (snort) a guy was hiding behind the (guffaw) the tree in the front yard, and he wanted to steal my DNA (snort-gasp), so I... I yelled at him to scare him away." ~blink~ That got *me* laughing hysterically. There we were, giggling our asses off, at 3:00 in the morning, because apparently Calvin's a bad airline pilot with a DNA-stealing stalker. Huh. Somebody analyze *that*. Technical GooAnyone notice the BRAND SPANKING NEW Notify List on my index page? Didja sign up? Well, didja? Hey, I'm not pressuring you or anything signupsignupsignup, I'm really committing a service to the public signupsignupsignup. I just thought you'd like to know signupsignupsignup when I update. I might even signupsignupsignup send out e-mail updates if I'm too busy signupsignupsignup to put up a full-fledged entry. So if you don't want to miss a SINGLE MINUTE signupsignupsignup of my witty banter ("Hey, Laura, doesn't it take more than one to banter?" 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