So yesterday, Mr. Wellman came padding into my office very urgently in his stocking feet.
I want you to understand how very unusual this is- unless he’s in bed this man has shoes on… so I knew I needed to push pause on anything else that was going on and see what revelation he had for me.
Rick pointed at his shirt.. this shirt.
Me, looking at him blankly- Uh huh?
Rick- Just goes to show, even then, GI Joe knew! He was trying to prepare us for 2020! Except maybe for number two.
You know, he’s not wrong.
Last night was not a great sleep night… either my dinner or the cheap ass tequila I slugged down with it did NOT agree with me, and I found myself awake at 1am. Sometimes when my stomach goes acid, it helps to sit up awhile, so I tried that. And then laid back down.
Stomach said, No Bitch.
With a sigh, and not wanting to keep Rick up by arguing with my stomach about if I was allowed to lay down or not, I went into my office and semi reclined and went back to sleep.
This morning, I filled Rick in.
Rick- Aw, I didn’t know you were worried about me getting enough sleep!
Me- Well yeah, you have problems if you don’t get enough sleep. You get grumpy.
Rick, muttering- You know, most people get grumpy if they don’t get enough sleep.
Me- Yes, and when you’re grumpy you don’t have the patience that transforms the annoyingness that is me into whimsical magic!
Rick looks skeptical.
Me, fluttering hands- Whimsical. Magic.
Curiouser and Curiouser 