So, I get home from work the other day after smiling for 6 hours straight and dealing with all kinds of stuff/people that weren't exactly pleasant. All I want to do is sit down, eat something for the first time all day, and relax for a little bit. As soon as I walk in the door, Christopher says, "What time did you want to go do that laundry?" I swear, I pulled an Exorcist move on him... spinning head and all. I went ballistic because we've talked about this before... ALOT!!

His response? "Well, I didn't want it to get to late." I almost cried. Then, we're up until about midnight last night, he still wakes me up at 5:30 to make him a lunch. How difficult can it be to slap some mayo on some bread, split the remaining turkey in half, put half on each slice of bread, smash 'em together and put it all in a bag? NOT VERY. I did it half asleep today. But then again, he was up long after I fell asleep. Oh, and we got a new keyboard. YAY!!!! Shift buttons work and everything!!! Thanks, Bre!

Aye Carumba... my eyes hurt. I'm going to do the dishes and get back to bed... I'm exhausted.