Who KNEW what a few good nights of sleep would do for you? I didn't realize how badly it was affecting me. Man, oh, man. The beauty sleep ins necessary. Carrie was cranky and mean and not at all the happy, whimsical, wisecracking girl you've all come to know and love.
And in related news? I positively ADORE Advil PM. Like LOVE. Like if I weren't already in a monogamous relationship I might want to marry the box and have little Advil PM babies. It is the BEST. I take half the recommended dose and I'm OUT for eight hours. SHEER Bliss.
So... it's that time of the year, again. Nolan's fantasy baseball team has their draft night tonight. He gets positively GIDDY about it. I swear, October and the end of the last season feels like it was only last week, but nope, Nolan's been looking at the CBS Sports Website, clutching a worn copy of a Baseball statistics magazine, and poring over each paragraph with an intent I can only categorize as fanatical.
Which is appropriate, I suppose, considering.
Here's hoping he wins, this year.
It should be me sitting there with a glass of wine, writing, not him giggling over Brad Borden's latest Youtube video. *shudder*
Who thinks he should get his OWN laptop and stop stealing mine?
Leave My Laptop ALONE?