Oh how I relate! I woke the other night to ponder the name of a friend’s husband (with absolutely zero need of remembering said name at all), only to find in my worrying about his name, I’d forgotten her’s. Next thing you know I’m looking up old e-mails from her to jog my memory. I hate insomnia.
I think that’s just an invitation to drink more. Especially since the lil’ one is away. But maybe I’m a bad influence.
what was that? I didn’t hear you, I was busy trying to figure out why my onky always need to touch the mouse and wondering why it feels so uncomfortable not to have it touch it.