Dear Boy,

In keeping with the high school-esque character of last night, I slept in until 9:30 this morning. Call me lazy or juvenile, but it was luxurious. I reveled in every moment of it and had some wild dreams. It seems the craziest dreams come in the morning. Or maybe thats when i'm most able to remember them. While I was dreaming and Gerret was playing on a pillow above and to the right of my head, Cocoa took the opportunity to sort the garbage can for us. She sorted it on the floor into things to ingest, things to *try* to ingest, and non-ingestables. Apparently, most of our trash falls into the first two categories, because everything strewn across the kitchen floor and into the living room had on it evidence of her trying it. I'm assuming that the soggy, teeth-bitten remains were decided to not consumable (able to be digested is entirely a separate matter which I don't believe our foraging dog took into account). Of particular note are the egg shells which eventually were not ingested, but apparently not first without an effort made in their consumption. Tiny crunched up shells were scattered like confetti, throughout the kitchen and in a festive path through the living room to the dog bed, which I found surprising as she typically favors any piece of floor -carpeted or not- over that bed. And so my week-long desire to vacuum has been necessitated by our intuitive mutt.
Because I was pretending to be a teenage mom, when I finally pealed myself from the bed, I stumbled into the kitchen to enjoy some cake and rice crispy treats for breakfast with Gerret.

...... And now, two hours later, I'm back again because the baby is fed/cleaned/entertained/back asleep. Gerret finally succeeded in motivating me to go upstairs for the computer so he can at last satisfy his dire need to watch Robin Hood. You know something? I've seen Robin Hood, Man in Tights more times than maybe any other movie I've ever seen and I still am unable to quote even one line from it. For the record, I only watched it so many times because my brother and his friend loved it and I loved hanging out with them (because I didn't know how to procure my own friends).

I'm thinking about exercising before I shower. My chest/arm hurts today like good old times, which is why I'm still undecided.

My mom says it's a bad idea for me to get an evening/night job. I think I've talked about it enough times to her recently that yesterday she just said " Honestly, I really don't think you should do that". It would make me grumpy to my children, she thought. I told her that I'm already grumpy to them, but maybe she's right. At the same time, how would I know if I don't try? I want to make money and associate with people. Just for awhile. Maybe a year. Or maybe I can figure put a way to do something from home? What do you think?

From me, your lady