Saturday, January 06, 2007
Poppy sneaks a peak
Not surprisingly, we 're pretty tired.
That Stud Muffin I Married is even more tired than I am, because he did all the driving between Columbus and Chicago. By the time we got to Columbus it was dark, and I can't see to drive in the dark. I don't know why. Maybe it's age. Maybe it's from a bout of toxoplasmosis I had when I was 28. Maybe it's masturbation. All I know is that I hate driving at night, unless I really, really know the road. Strange roads + darkness + rainy streets + asshole truckers + highway speed = a very nervous Poppy. My stamens get all sweaty. So once it gets dark, my husband drives.
I make up for it by doing more of the driving in broad daylight. But at this time of year, there is no daylight to speak of. I think there's about 37 minutes worth around lunchtime, but that's it. We start our journey in the dark, and end our journey in the dark, and this is beginning to sound like life as described by an Existentialist philosopher, but the truth is, my husband, who is obviously a prince among men, ends up doing an amazing amount of the driving in the winter. Have I mentioned what a great guy I married?
Anyway, today he's dealing with the mail, dealing with the phone, and lying around reading his new Christmas books.
And me? I'm dealing with the internet. Internet, I'm going through your blogging medicine cabinet, otherwise known as Bloglines. I've discovered which blogs you subscribe to. And now, I'm copying you.
This is not the same thing as pilfering your Vicodins, or telling everyone your husband has jock itch, or finding out the name of that great-smelling perfume you wear, so give me a break. I'm tired, Internet. Way too tired to be original. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get quality sleep in the way back seat of a Toyota Sienna? So don't give me a lot of attitude. Just be grateful I didn't shove another meme down your throats.