We came home to more mail than any person could possible go through in a year, way too many emails (I was so exhausted going through it, I accidentally deleted 154 Spam messages, and not all of them were about enlarging parts of my anatomy, either.) I am aching to work on my novel, and I just remembered that today is Good Friday which means it will be blessedly quiet.
We bought this airbed to take to my mother's because her beds are really uncomfortable, but this airbed was even worse! For some reason, it was freezing cold and we had to layer a blanket on the bottom, which didn't help much. It also kept losing air so it felt like a waterbed, which was odd and unsettling. I wanted to marry our bed when we came home and I saw it.
Ok, so I am still tired and cranky. Anyone know any jokes?