I just want it to be known that I HATE that the Husband can fall asleep anywhere at anytime. Not in a narcolepsy kind of way but in a "this is me laying down and I'll be going to sleep in a little while and now I want to tell you about something and" ... snore. The boy is OUT.
Me. I'm just about drop dead tired. And as soon as I get downstairs, I'm going to lay away for another 30 minutes to an hour with the brain that doesn't shut off.
I'd say on that note, "good night". But who are we kidding?
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True, true, true.
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