Thursday, March 16, 2006

I got nothing.

Beyond “to puke or not to puke” posts, I got nothing.

I lamented to My Boss that my brain isn’t working right anymore. He said that means I’m having a boy. Right. It means my brain isn’t working right anymore.

I blame my preoccupation with said puking and fatigue.

I fell asleep in the recliner at about 7:30 last night. Beau came up from the basement (where he was hiding from the TV) a few times, “Why don’t you go to bed?”

“Because I want to see American Idol!” I whined.

He came back at about 9:20, “You’re missing American Idol!”

So I managed to see who made it to the bottom three. Surprises there and disappointment, but Melissa was the correct choice of those options.

And Kevin lingers for another week. I wonder if he’ll last longer than Federov?