I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date

Tell me how it is that on a regular day I’m almost always running late, but when I wake up a half hour later than I should, I get to work early?

I don’t even know how the dual alarm got switched to #2, but this morning we woke up and it seemed unusually bright in the room. There’s nothing cruddier than turning to look at the clock to see it’s at the time you’re usually out of the shower and getting dressed.

And now I’m off to bed. I’ve been enjoying the extra sleep I’ve been getting.

Oh and in case you were wondering, we still haven’t booked anything for our trip. Procrastination nation over here.

P.S. I’m reading Why Girls Are Weird right now thanks to the lovely Ms. Boombastic who recommended it a long time ago in one of her entries. So far it’s good.

Better

Ok, I feel better after going out for a bit. We got a movie and game from Blockbuster, a used N64 game (Lego Star Wars) and a second controller from Game Grazy, some books from the library, and a mint mocha frappachino from Starbucks.

It’s pretty hot and humid out but I don’t want to turn on the air.

Gotta end this entry. Joe found a screw in my tire while washing my car. Going to go get it patched. :p

Nothing

Last night we were thinking about driving up to Rockford today, but decided we didn’t feel like it. Good thing, as we didn’t get to bed until 1 am and even though we’ve been up since about 9 am, haven’t done anything except eat breakfast and take a shower.

You know, in theory it always sounds nice to have no plans on the weekends, but in practice I find it depresses the hell out of me. I’m going out of my mind here, but it’s so hot out I really don’t want to go out until later when it starts cooling off.

It’s amazing how doing nothing can be so exhausting. I feel like going back to bed. :p

Tank tops

Have I ever mentioned my obsession with tank tops? If you knew me in person, you might not even know about it because I usually wear them either underneath a shirt, or to bed. I guess it’s like wearing an undershirt.

The thing is, I can’t wear a shirt without a tank top underneath it, and the tank top has to match what I’m wearing over it, even though you can’t see it. Is that weird? And I hate white (although I do have two white tank tops that I wear for Joe since he thinks they are sexy), so I own different colored tank tops. I just bought two more (which I may actually wear by themselves, since the bright green one has little rhinestones around the collar and my favorite color lately is powder blue), putting my collection far beyond what is probably normal. I wouldn’t be surprised if I have more tank tops than regular shirts.

In the clingy, mostly wear as an undershirt category, I have:

1 maroon
1 dark green
1 bright green
1 dark blue
1 powder blue
3 black
3 dark grey

In the wear outside by themselves only category, I have:

1 turquoise
1 turquoise, blue, green and white striped
2 navy blue
1 black
1 sage

That’s eighteen tank tops (if you count those two white ones), and that’s still not counting all the tank tops I no longer fit into (of which there would be approximately 7-8 more).

I’m not addicted; I can stop at any time. Well, maybe after I get a few more. ;)

Spend it

I officially declare today Spend Money Like Water Day. Mark your calendars for next year!

Within hours we ordered:

– An audio stand for our living room
– Some collector’s coins (for Joe)
– Admission to the Milwaukee Public Museum and an IMAX show for our day trip on June 25th

In a way, it’s good that my lunch hour shopping trip proved unfruitful, or I would have also gotten a pair of jeans from Kohl’s and some Market Day chicken kievs from the Sara Lee store. Apparently they sell everything from Market Day but the kievs. :(

Someone please hide our Discover card; it needs a break! ;)