Seriously, I have been sleeping for 3 days. My kids and hubby went back to school Monday and I really let myself go. Poor little Zane is reduced to scavenging for crumbs along the bottom of the pantry door. I woke from one of my dozes this morning to find him standing on the kitchen table trying to make and impossible 3 point shot into his basketball hoop. Honestly, where is his mother?

I roused myself from my coffin/couch to give him a much needed bath. Now he's clean, wearing clean clothes and I'm pooped. I need another nap!

I have to hold myself off 'till 1:00. Then I'll give in. I start piano at 2:30 so I won't be able to sleep long.

Last night as I layed on the couch before dinner Curtis came over to rub my back (laying around can really mess up your back) and asked if I had had a stressful day.

"Something like that," I replied sheepishly. Little did he know.

About the Super Bowl thingy- I'm having a hard time, too. But then again, I'm in the Stone Age over here with dial-up. On Sunday night we were able to see all the entries and how many "views" they had. Monday the voting was to begin, but they are only showing the top 5. What happened to the voting?!?!?! Anyways, I tried to register, but it wouldn't let me.

I smell a rat.

A big, contest-rigging rat!

I need to call Ryan to find out whattheheck is going on. I'll keep you posted.

In the meantime, I don't know what to do with all this extra time I have.

Dishes? Nah.

Vacuuming? Nah.

Dusting? Nah.

Lions spend like 20 or more hours a day sleeping. And they are powerful!

(Yawn)

Why don't I feel as powerful?