Last night/this morning, I had trouble getting to Dreamland. After a mostly fitful, sleepless night, I was desperate for just ONE hour of solid sleep. And I got it!! I got a solid ONE HOUR this morning!
No, I don't care that my co-worker was strapped into a hideous-colored car and kidnapped.
No, I don't care that when I went to save my co-worker, I had to hang from the side of a hot-air balloon. I know who to thank for this one, Peter and Anna.
And I don't care I had to give a four-year-old my iPad because I hugged her too hard and got white shoe polish on her dress.
No, I don't care that my co-worker was strapped into a hideous-colored car and kidnapped.
No, I don't care that when I went to save my co-worker, I had to hang from the side of a hot-air balloon. I know who to thank for this one, Peter and Anna.
And I don't care I had to give a four-year-old my iPad because I hugged her too hard and got white shoe polish on her dress.
I DON'T CARE!!! I GOT A SOLID HOUR OF SLEEP!!!!
