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Two nights ago, I was up till 3:30 finishing my research paper. This morning I got UP at 2:30. YES- A.M. The parents, Danielle, and her fiance had a flight to Utah leaving at 6:30. I slept on the way there and drove back.
Man, I was propping an eyelid open. It was still dark, so there wasn't much to look at to keep me awake. Finally, I could stop, decided to have a Micky D's breakfast, and sleep in the car for a bit- while it was NOT moving that is. I got out of Micky D's and it was light, so I just decided to take off, skip the nap.
I was doing GREAT...until I hit fog on the grapevine. Once again- nothing to look at, and it's WORSE this time cause I can't even see cars ahead or reflectors. HEHE.
I was just dying. I was so tempted to nap when I was only 15 minutes away, but who wants to sleep in a car when your real bed is that close?
ANyway, I just felt all responsible cause I got to drive Danielle's vehicle home BY MYSELF!
Yesterday was good, of course, cause I saw mister smily. We played pool, having fun, blue-ing each other up. We always take turns losing for dumb reasons. I once lost the same game 4 times. He wouldn't let me lose it just once, and I kept hitting the 8 ball in.
Well, I won yesterday's game. As we were leaving, I said, "Paul, can you do something for me? Put an 'L' right here" on his forehead. AND HE DID. It was cute. What a nice guy. So well mannered and playful at the same time.
I think I like his company so much because he reminds me of how I can be when I'm happy. Bearings and grease, baby! Bearings and grease.
I felt like a mommy yesterday. I came home and was greeted by Tyler in the yard. We hung out all day. I had to cash my check; so, he came too. We had fun in the car on the way there singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" when something else was on the radio. We were making faces and sceaming. Poor kid, what am I teaching him? By the time we hit the bank, he was so tired he looked drugged. I asked, "Tyler, are you sleepy?" He couldn't answer; he barely even got his eyes to find mine and focus. It was hillarious.
So, then I carried him in, his head on my shoulder. The bank ladies were swooning over him. He perked right up when one offered him a sucker. I thought that'd keep him awake for the 15 minute ride home. NOPE! A quarter of the way there, that sucker was stuck to his little Harley Davidson coat.
I carried him in the house and put him in his bed. Took off his shoes and didn't bother with the jacket. Don't worry. I got the sucker off and threw it away. He must have been dreaming about it though, cause that was the first thing he mentioned when he woke up. He's a crack up.
Man, I was propping an eyelid open. It was still dark, so there wasn't much to look at to keep me awake. Finally, I could stop, decided to have a Micky D's breakfast, and sleep in the car for a bit- while it was NOT moving that is. I got out of Micky D's and it was light, so I just decided to take off, skip the nap.
I was doing GREAT...until I hit fog on the grapevine. Once again- nothing to look at, and it's WORSE this time cause I can't even see cars ahead or reflectors. HEHE.
I was just dying. I was so tempted to nap when I was only 15 minutes away, but who wants to sleep in a car when your real bed is that close?
ANyway, I just felt all responsible cause I got to drive Danielle's vehicle home BY MYSELF!
Yesterday was good, of course, cause I saw mister smily. We played pool, having fun, blue-ing each other up. We always take turns losing for dumb reasons. I once lost the same game 4 times. He wouldn't let me lose it just once, and I kept hitting the 8 ball in.
Well, I won yesterday's game. As we were leaving, I said, "Paul, can you do something for me? Put an 'L' right here" on his forehead. AND HE DID. It was cute. What a nice guy. So well mannered and playful at the same time.
I think I like his company so much because he reminds me of how I can be when I'm happy. Bearings and grease, baby! Bearings and grease.
I felt like a mommy yesterday. I came home and was greeted by Tyler in the yard. We hung out all day. I had to cash my check; so, he came too. We had fun in the car on the way there singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" when something else was on the radio. We were making faces and sceaming. Poor kid, what am I teaching him? By the time we hit the bank, he was so tired he looked drugged. I asked, "Tyler, are you sleepy?" He couldn't answer; he barely even got his eyes to find mine and focus. It was hillarious.
So, then I carried him in, his head on my shoulder. The bank ladies were swooning over him. He perked right up when one offered him a sucker. I thought that'd keep him awake for the 15 minute ride home. NOPE! A quarter of the way there, that sucker was stuck to his little Harley Davidson coat.
I carried him in the house and put him in his bed. Took off his shoes and didn't bother with the jacket. Don't worry. I got the sucker off and threw it away. He must have been dreaming about it though, cause that was the first thing he mentioned when he woke up. He's a crack up.