Gettin back in bed...was sleepin just fine till son # 6 called. He put in an 18 hour shift...could he sleep here...did I have anything to eat. I love that boy but I swear to God he'd roust me outta my grave for a comfortable couch and a sandwich.
Don't Get Your Three Balls In A Knot...From What I Saw Of You In A Pic You Posted Long Time Ago, You Were Well Past The Point Where No Amount Of "Beauty Sleep" Would Make The Slightest Difference.... Throw Some Blankets On The Couch, Make The Young Man A Snack, Stop Being Such A "Cranky Pants", Go Back To Bed, And Give The Olde "Beauty Sleep" One Last Chance...:2thumbsup:. Cheers Glen.
I'm sitting on the couch glaring at my treadmill. It keeps yelling at me "get on me fatass" but my stomach hurts too much from eating a big ole rib eye.
Reading Farmouts Post, And Lamenting The Fact That I Didn't Use Another Fifty Sticks Of Dynamite When I Had The Opportunity.... Cheers Glen.
cuppa tea, checking in on the international superhighway awaiting a appointment that cancelled at 10am, now awaiting her at 1pm :2thumbsup:
Just About To Close The Curtain On 5-4-11, Has Been A Great Day, Nothing Went Too Wrong, And I Look Foward To Tomorrow Being Likewise...:2thumbsup:. Night...Night...Everybody.... Cheers Glen.
The sun's just setting; I'm planning on doing some writing and laundry. Maybe drink a few beers and listen to some tunes.
Working and waiting for important phone call to let me know what day next week I have to go in for surgery.