I started taking an all natural sleep aid last week (it's basically some green tea extract and melatonin) and let me tell you (as if you had a choice...this is *my* blog, after all)...I'm freaking in love with that stuff. It helps me fall to sleep VERY well and sleep more soundly. Not soundly enough to not wake up for any murderers trying to break in but soundly enough so that when the damn dogs crawl all over me at night trying to find a more comfortable spot that I don't wake up and curse them. 

Of course I've been taking this about an hour before I go to bed and that means that my dog's stuffed panda is getting more than my husband. IfyouknowwhatImeanandIthinkyoudo.

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I've been campaigning for a maid for, like, EVER. Not a live-in. I'm not greedy. Just someone to clean the floors and toilets and dust and vacuum. Gah. The toilets. We're not rich or anything but I do work full time and he travels. I figure that if the stress of having to maintain the house (or rather the stress of thinking about having to maintain the house) can be solved by paying someone $75 every two weeks then it's WORTH IT.

So...because I think it is worth it and he doesn't and my constant badgering hasn't worked yet, I decided that I would try a more passive-agressive approach by not doing jack shit around here. You would think that this would make me feel superior and constantly chant "IN YOUR FACE" in my head but, surprisingly, it really ended up making me feel like jack shit when he spent the entire day on Saturday cleaning while I sat on the couch and watched.

So...I ended up doing laundry ALL day on Sunday. EVEN FOLDING IT. And now I'm beginning to think he used his own Jedi mind tricks on me to make me feel guilty about my silent protest so that I would end up doing what he wanted me to do in the first place.

DAMNIT.

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He's still totally not getting any.

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Until tomorrow.

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Maybe.

Well, well.  Look at what's back.

Did the suspense kill you? If it did then you are probably not reading this. Unless you are a ghost. But I'm not sure ghosts can get on the Internet because all that electroplasmic energy would interfere with the network connection. If my lousy walls interfere with it then I'm sure that electroplasmic energy would too. Unless it's like that one movie where there were actually ghosts in the machine. Then I guess it would be possible.

Fuck. Totally off topic again. Also, I used a swear so my mother is probably going to call and yell at me. Double fuck. God. I can't stop myself. Someone take away my computer. Wait. Don't really take it away because it's new and I still love it. So much that when my kid jumped on the bed the other night and it started to bounce off the bed I used my ninja attack skills to dive and catch it, seriously injuring both my arm and my dignity.

What I love about myself?

Do you have to ask?

That. Right there.

Smooch.

Thanks? Jenny.