Oh, people, I am tired today.
Our friends came over last night and we did not get into bed until about 1am. The hubby and me. Our friends went home to their own bed.
One in the morning is not a normal bedtime for me. I prefer to be in my bed well before then. I love my bed. I am thankful for my bed. I reluctantly share it with the hubby. Sometimes there is just not enough room for him, what with Murphie, PJ, and me.
Well, we all had to sleep in. Obviously. Staying up until 1am means that before you fall asleep, you have to add 8 hours in your head . . . and then tack on an extra hour or two just because it’s the weekend . . . and then you take into account your church has a late service at 11:30 . . . and you can skip washing your hair and wear it in a ponytail . . . so then you subtract or carry the one or regroup. . .
Once I did all the math, it was 10:30am and I decided I should get up if I wanted to grab a Starbucks before church.
And now how we are.
And there you are.
And I want you to know I appreciate you.
Did you know that? I like you as much as I like sleep.
And, just to prove it to you, I decided to join in on another FB hop where you can hop from one page to another and grab a bunch of freebies!