Good grief. I literally fell asleep within moments of coming home last night. One moment, I was laying in bed and engaging in a really silly and funny and profanity-filled debate with my husband about who does more around the house (he thinks my cooking shouldn’t count since I have so much fun doing it, I think his washing the sheets almost every week shouldn’t count because he’s the sweathog who makes weekly sheet-washing sessions necessary), and the next moment, bam, 6:30 a.m., my glasses are all askew on my face and my bladder is killing me. The saddest part is, that is the second night in a row I fell asleep before 7 and without eating dinner. So, yeah. I’m officially a Pathetic Sack of Shit. Many apologies to fiveandfour for the delay.
So without any further ado, behold, fiveandfour, your glorious new title! Go forth and and henceforward be known as:
Candy – You managed to pick the absolute PERFECT title for me.
I’m also glad to see I’m not the only one with the pathetic night-life: I outdid myself the whole of the past week by being asleep by no later than 8:00 every night. As a life-long night person, it was a shock to find you CAN be asleep before midnight without being sick.
Oops – forgot to ask: can I make a copy of my lovely title for myself?
Oh yeah, feel free to copy the image and stick it on your website. Or your forehead. Or your loved one’s forehead.