I am so tired. My personal theory on the tiredness is that P and I have been watching way too many war movies and I’m suffering from some type of television-induced post traumatic stress syndrome. And Monday night’s episode of 24 certainly didn’t help matters.
But before I go crawl into bed, I have a question.
Why did P decide that the best place to dispose of all his unused wire coat hangers was on top of my laundry basket?
Especially when he knows that the only things I hate worse than wire hangers are drivers who don’t properly signal when they’re making a left turn and cheeses that smell really bad?
It’s like he doesn’t know me at all.
The winners of the Words That Rhyme With Orange CD giveaway have been posted over here.
And there’s a new Tropicana Rewards post up with a chance to win a $50.00 gift card over here.