I'm going to tell you a zzzzz.........
This Holidailies entry is brought to you by the letter 'S'.
S is for sleeping in.
Explain to me how I can fall asleep on the chesterfield at approximately 9:15 p.m. and still manage to sleep in until 6:48 a.m.?
S is for sleep deprivation.
Okay, I'll admit that's probably not what I'm feeling, but since the moment I woke up I've been experiencing that feeling you get when you're on the knife's edge of being buzzed juuuust before you cross over into the land of the truly inebriated. It's a sweet spot when you're out with your friends or your karaoke number is coming up and you need some barley courage; not so much when you spend your day with numbers and dollars and, oh yeah, ACCURACY. It's like thinking through molasses and I don't like it, not one bit.
S is for sleet.
Sleet, boys and girls, is what happens when you get 20cm of snow over the weekend, then rain on Tuesday! As the temperature cools down Tuesday evening, all the rain that washed your vehicle and flushed the grit off the roads and made your laneway accessible once again will flash freeze, causing your dog to lose all control when he leaps up onto the back porch to be let in. Hilarity will ensue! (Don't forget to place your wipers in a position 90 degrees from your windshield tonight...at least then they won't be stuck in place while you attempt to whittle a tennis ball-sized hole from the inch of ice that will have coated your ride overnight.)
S is for sneezing.
Yeah, and what the hell is that about??? Five, six and seven times in a row! This is something I've never done before and what a weird time of year it is for me to start.
and S is for silence.
The dogs have finally calmed down and taken to their beds. Ahhhhhhhhh. See you anon.