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Wednesday...Happy Hump Day

It is so odd being on the same schedule as the rest of the world.  It is Wednesday, which means we are all half way through the week.  The latter part of the week always gets a little crazy for me, but I am ready for the weekend for sure.

Yesterday was crazy busy.  I stayed at my parents Monday night which was a nice change of pace.  Then I ended up working late last night with my little buddy.  Haley, my buddy, and I went to Pizza Shoppe in Shawnee for some pizza.  It was amazing and the kidlets did great there.  I ate way too much pizza, but it was pretty good.  The people in the booth behind us thought the kids were pretty awesome and kept complimenting Haley's chubby cheeks and how great my little buddy is with Haley.  As the night trucked on, we all three got pretty tired.  I think Haley was getting slap happy because she kept crawling over to my feet and laying across them and laughing.  At one point she bit my ankle and laughed.  I'm raising a monster.  I wish I could have gotten it on video but I was laughing too hard.

Probably the only bad thing about my day yesterday was that I still haven't got to see the end of Pretty Little Liars!  Monday nights episode was so good so far and I just need to see the last 15 minutes.  I, however, have to watch it online which is difficult with the crappy internet I am rocking at the apartment.  I need to make friends with someone in the apartment complex that has ABCFamily.  But that doesn't look likely as our neighbors hate us.  One guy wrote "bitch" in the dust on the side of Ian's truck.  Real mature.

Which leads me to today.  I felt beyond exhausted last night but woke up refreshed this morning.  For whatever reason, I woke up on the sofa.  Which wouldn't have been so bad, but the conversation sofa is more for conversationing and not sleeping.

Pretty straight forward day planned today.  Nothing crazy.  I am dropping a car seat at my cousin's later since she is expecting her first little one!  I can't wait!!

Other than that.  I should probably get some stuff done around here tonight.  More than likely, fold some laundry and catch up on old episodes of How I Met Your Mother.  One Tree Hill is on tonight.  That show is terrible compared to what it was 5 years ago, but I have invested too much time in the show to not see it through to the end.  Anyways, looking forward to some relaxing and hopefully no ankle biting from my kid.

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Erin said…
I have PLL here, just saying... :)

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