This is where it starts...the sleepy Sundays where all I want to do is sleep. The weather gets cooler, the days are shorter, my bed somehow seems comfier. So here it is, 8:35pm and I'm happily ensconced in my bed. I'm just going to curl up with a magazine, a bottle of water and a book and call it a night.
I feel like I'm getting a cold, maybe just and earache and sore throat. Brady and her kids are sick, so I wouldn't be surprised.
Couldn't watch the Bills get slaughtered today, as WIVB and Time Warner are having a pissing contest, and we can't watch the channel until they come to an agreement. WHICH MEANS I can't watch The Amazing Race tonight, and I'm pissed. That's one of my Sunday night rituals. Plus, WNLO is having the same issue, which impacts my Tuesday and Wednesday (90210 and America's Next Top Model) ritual (I'm apparently very ritualistic).
At the top of the post are some new pages I finished. There are a ton of Maddy pages, with more Jack and Emma to come. I (obviously) have a ton more pics of Mad than anyone else, so there are kits for the other two. I don't want any mamas getting mad at me! More to come (sorry the pictures are crappy, I need a 12x12 printer/scanner)...
And I'll leave you with this frightening glimpse into my personality, harkening back to the early 80s. When I was little I used to listen to Rick Dee's Weekly Top 40 (even back then I knew Casey Kasem was a dork). And every week I would sit by the radio and listen to, and document, every song and its song position. I had a little notebook that had all of this information - like 2 year's worth! Just an example of my anal retentive, document/journal-loving weirdness.
P.S. Happy Birthday Nick S! I love you buddy!
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