Though why I'm drinking it is beyond me. I'll need to get up at 2am. I'm not even four months along and you can barely tell I'm pregnant (and only if you look), but this little tiny person is jumping on my bladder. Get off, I tell you! It's not a trampoline!!
There. Now that that's settled. We went to Berwick today. It's in Maine, and about a half hour from Kittery. It was okay, but we liked Somersworth and Rochester/Dover better. Berwick didn't have much class, but if it's cheaper, we'll live there.
I've been the worst poster lately. It's like a roller coaster. On the way up, it's a miracle I write at all. But then I get to the top and on the way down, I write so much I bore even me. <sigh>
Really, I don't have much to say. It's almost an hour past my bedtime, and if I keep this up, I'll make New Year's. Whoopee. Maybe I'm getting old, but c'mon, it's just another day. Another year has passed, but it all seems kind of pointless to me. Unless, of course, people decide they want to send my presents to celebrate the new year. In which case, I will make the sacrifice and stay up till the magical hour of midnight. I might even curl my hair.
Speaking of presents, Jason's was late, but I ordered it and had it sent off. I got it today. How dumb am I? I had it sent here! But at least it's a gift cad--it'll just cost me a stamp to get it to him. Grrr. Definitely a blond moment.
Speaking of blond moments, I want to clear up confusion for the whole human race. My hair is blond, but it's dirty blond. It is not brown; I am not a brunette. It has always been blond. Maybe you people think I just want to be blond. Nope. I am. And have you heard the jokes? As much as I love them (cuz they are funny), would I put myself at the needless expense of these jokes if I didn't come by the color naturally? I mean, c'mon people!
Really, my brain is screaming at me to stop thinking (cuz it's not really working--the connections to my fingers keep short-circuting). So good night people!
Okay. I guess I'm a glutton for punishment. I don't want to go to bed. I think I'll go redo my profile.