Tell me this isn’t love… I am sitting in the bed on the computer, watching t.v. It’s 9:30. I was supposed to go have a girl’s night with a friend tonight, but I just couldn’t even muster up the strength to get dressed and go anywhere… You know I had an exhausting day. So, after the Mister tried repeatedly to get me to go, he insisted that I at least leave the fussy baby up with him and retreat to our bedroom. (Truthfully, I think it was a combination of him wanting to watch Ninja Warrior and him thinking if I got loosey-goosey with my friend, he might get lucky… I think it was probably more for Ninja Warrior, though…) Whatever the reason, he knew I needed some quiet time far, far away from the hubbub of the household. I’m a ball of tension from a crying, sick baby that would not let me put him down. All.day.long. So, here I sit, in the bed. In the bed on my computer. (I don’t know how long it will take for me not to get excited over that…) I took three benadryl and am ready to watch Anthony Bourdain and goof off on here for a while. Ahhhh…. Maybe I should really think of making good on one of the many bribe payments I owe Mister Man. Maybe… Ehhh, maybe not……………………………………..