This is butt. I can sleep on the weekends but there’s no flippin’ hope during the week. Adam was a little more noisy then usual this morning. He wasn’t trying to be… he just couldn’t find his work shorts in the dark. Reason #59,462 I don’t like this house: No closet lights. I didn’t want him to feel bad for waking me up so when I stumbled up the stairs and he asked why I was up, I responded, “My back hurts. I need Tylenol before I go back to bed.” Which is true, just not the whole truth.
Since I’m up… I figured I’d blog a little.
Tonight when I get home from work I’m going to make Zucchini Bread. Well, Zucchini Muffins. Adam’s ma gave me her recipe. Buah-hahahahahaha. I CAN’T WAIT. Our Zucchini plant looks like it took steroids and I have to start doing something with all the zucchini it’s producing. Quickly.
I’m hoping Adam & I can take the A/C unit out of the window tonight, too. I miss being able to look out of that window. I’ll have to see how tired he is though, since we got back so late last night. Poor guy had eye bags that hung down to his lips this morning.
Speaking of eye bags… I think I’ll take some Tylenol, grab my book, and had back downstairs to attempt a couple more hours of sleep.