A very reasonable & intelligent question!
It is just a shame that my answer is neither reasonable nor intelligent!
Insomnia? A headache? Hot flashes? Fire Ants? Snoring doggie? Alien invasion? No, nothing that normal.
My mind is simply racing tonight and I just can not sleep. I miss Bill. Yep. There. I said it. I miss my husband. I miss his snoring. I miss his socks on the floor.
In the aftermath of today's job news, I am missing him so powerfully that sleep is virtually impossible. I will crash (and probably burn) eventually but I have nowhere to go tomorrow so a nap might be in the offing. Ya thunk?
So, in the interim, I threw quite the festive Pity Party. Unfortunately, all the invited guests are off in various corners of the house, slumbering under vintage quilts and fluffy comforters.
Dan, Grace, Kip, Lucy and even little Henry all sent "Regrets" so I was forced to frolic all by my lonesome. But hey! More food for me!
First came the chocolates. A HUGE box of unopened Esther Price dark chocolate creams. No, I didn't eat them all but I made a dent. A crater actually. And no. I feel absolutely no remorse about it. Okay. Maybe just a wee bit. No...that wasn't remorse I felt, just indigestion.
Then came the Mikesell's Groovy potato chips. And the dip. French Onion to be exact. Hey! They were left over from the holidays and I had to clean out the refrigerator & pantry anyway. I did it for the sake of my family. I wouldn't want them to eat anything that might be past it's prime. I did it out of love. Stop snickering. I DID!
Of course, no party is complete without crudite'. You know those tiny, sweet pickles? There were only 3 left in the jar and it was taking up much too much space in the fridge.
And that celery would have just gone to waste. Yeah, yeah, those baby carrots too. And the cheese cubes. We were down to the last 15 in the bag. They were just taking up much needed ice cold real estate.
Washed them all down with Coca Cola, Root Beer and Ginger Ale. Uh huh. The last 3 cans and yes. I was doing it to free up space. I am all about organizing and re-arranging. Totally unselfish on my part.
Okay, I am starting feel a little drowsy. Groggy even. I guess it is time to put this party guest to bed. Move over Kip, you party pooping pet.
Night all....er...morning...er...well, see ya'll later. Have a good Thursday. I'll be thinking aboutcha.