it's late...

and i'm so not tired. everyone is sleeping and i know i'll hate myself in the morning...at 5:45 when owen wakes up to 'talk' to me. what a cutie.

i don't know what it is but now when i stay up really late i feel all hung-over in the morning. like i've been out drinking all night and smoked like 2 packs of cigs. well, i do know what it is...it's called 'getting the heck old'--and without all the fun of drinking all night and smoking 2 packs of cigs. and no kimchi, soju, or OB either. (not tampons--beer).

anyway, i took a star wars personality test but my result (i'm han-solo-esque) i didn't want to post because the picture had some not-so-very nice words on it. and this is a family blog. i mean, really.

i was clicking around too and found this pioneer woman blog. awesome. fun to read and the cooking portion of her blog made we want to go eat a whole stick of butter. (i used to do that when i was a kid. my ma used to have to put the butter way up high in the fridge.) at least i know where michael gets it from.

guess i can put a picture here...

Toad Behind Shutter

Googly-eyed Mother

i hear the snoring and it's making me very sleepy. i was talking about michael. hopefully you're not snoring. although i don't know why you wouldn't be!

later, dudes.