For some reason I had total and complete insomnia on Saturday night. I finally got out of bed around 5:30 a.m. because I felt like the clock was mocking me and I kind of wanted to throw it across the room. The point I’m trying to make is I’ve had approximately two hours of sleep in the last twenty-four hours and my disposition is somewhere between Joan Crawford and a rabid ferret.
When I woke Caroline up for church yesterday morning she told me she was too tired to go to church and I informed her that was too bad because we were going. Then I added my tale of insomnia woe and detailed how I’d been up all night. She looked at me and said, “Don’t blame me”.
She is a fount of sympathy.
Anyway, on Friday afternoon we picked up some Sonic and went to the park to feed the ducks. We haven’t done that in forever, partly because the school year keeps us so busy and partly because the park is a little sketchy. But she wanted to feed the ducks and we had a pack of hamburger buns on the verge of mold and I really needed a Route 44 Diet Coke from Sonic.
Everyone’s a winner.
Especially this duck who is rockin’ some serious hair volume in spite of the high humidity.