Here's a story...

I used to date this guy for a couple of years, and then he went away for a couple of weeks, and when he got back from his trip did not come and see me, his girlfriend of a couple of years, for several days. Or even call to say hi. Because he was really tired and was sleeping. For several days. And then we weren't dating anymore because I just felt like I wasn't a priority for him, since, you know, I rated somewhere below napping.

Then he married a dumb girl with really big boobs. Then they got divorced (Hahahaha. Oh, was that mean?). So I run into him in the mall one day last week and we chat for a while, and he says, Give me your number and we'll have coffee and catch up sometime." So I do. I know, stupid, but I really thought it would be one of those things that people suggest doing but never in a million years actually do. Wrong. He has since called three times. And left three messages. I told my Mom that he called and she said, "Remember the last time he suggest coffee? You told him when hell froze over. Well, it hasn't frozen over yet."

So then yesterday morning he called. At 7:15 am. In the morning. When I was sleeping. To chat. Why, for the love of God would he call me in the morning? Anyone who knows me for longer than about 10 minutes knows that I am not a morning person. Not even in the most delusional mind can I be considered the kind of person that you would call at 7:15 am, to chat. I hate the morning. The morning interrupts my sleeping and I love my sleeping. Normally, I would have been awake for ages by this time, since Desoto likes to wake me up to go for a walk very early, but I had worked really late the night before so I decided to sleep in and walk Desoto later. But even if I had been up for hours, I still don't want to talk to anyone. Some days I don't want to talk to anyone until noon and I have had 2 pots of coffee. Apparently, the years we dated, when I was even less of a morning person that I am now, have all been erased from his mind.

So I was quite rude on the phone. You think that he would have gotten a clue, but no. He called last night to apologize for waking me up.

Town Skunks

So far this summer, Desoto and I have been sprayed one time. Can we all please cross our fingers that it will be the only time. The dog, he does love the skunks. Idiot.

I can't sleep

I am averaging about 2 - 3 hours a night and I am starting to get cranky. I can fall asleep no problem, I just can't stay asleep. At around 4 am every morning, I wake up and there is no more sleep to be had. Desoto, of course, thinks that because I am awake it is time to go for a walk, so he stands beside the bed and alternates between excited panting and whining. You would think that I would just give in and get out of bed, since I know I will not be sleeping any more, but no, I refuse to give up hope and I lie there, tossing and turning, getting more and more pissed off that I cannot go back to sleep. Getting up would mean that the no sleep wins, even though it does. This also means that I am late for work every morning because I will try to sleep until the very last possible second, even though I know it is pointless. I am sure there is a life lesson here that I just refuse to learn.

My boys! 

Mikey turns 3 years old! 

Angels with dirty faces. My other nephew, Marty. 

My nephew, Mikey, the artist.