Mondays--blah.

But now that I've said that, I have to admit that this one hasn't been so bad. This weekend, on the other hand, was most definitely blah. Aside from dinner with Drew on Saturady night, I didn't do much of anything but sit inside on my lazy ass because the weather was wicked nasty pretty much all weekend. And then there was all that smoke and ash flying around, choking you every time you stepped outside and coating your car with a nice dirty layer of ick. Those damn brush fires again, and let me tell you, it's a bit intimidating having them close enough that it makes it so smoggy outside you have to squint to see. Though I think I heard on the news this morning that they finally managed to put this one out. Whew.

Saturday night (Sunday morning--whichever), I decided to stay up until 5 in the morning like an ass (and let me tell you, I had to literally crawl to the bed--I told Jeff I woulf, LOL), so I was most unhappy when Cameron crawled into bed with me and started harrassing me about breakfast at 8. Ugh. I mumbled something incoherent about bananas and juice boxes, but the lovely child couldn't get the banana off the thingamajig (he broke the silly thing in half trying), so I stumbled my way down stairs and did the whole cereal, banana, juice box thing myself after which, try as I might, I could not go back to sleep. Drew picked Cameron up at about 10:30 and I tried again to fall back asleep, but it was a no go so I gave up and got up. And then proceeded to do nothing other than clean out the refridgerator the rest of the day. I think I should probably feel guilty, but I don't.

Anyhow, by the time I hit the sheets last night I was dead on my feet. I crashed. Gone. Finshed. Out of there. It was great, but then I absolutely did not want to get up this morining. At all. But sadly, I did anyway because I have this thing about calling in sick, I just can't do it.

And that's pretty much it for me. I hope you all had a far more entertaining weekend than I.