When I was a teenager, Friday and Saturday night went much like this. We'd be all gathered at a friend's house, when I'd look at the time.
"Valerie, where are you going?" One of my friends would say.
"Home.I'll see you guys tomorrow," I'd reply.
"But it's only 9:30 - and it's not a school night," they'd say.
"Yeah - I want to be in bed by 10."
"Do you have to be up early tomorrow for something?
"Yeah- I gotta be out of bed by 11 a.m."
There was a running jok that I'd turn into a pumpkin if I stayed out too late. But really, I've just been having a life-long love affair with my bed.
So it's a measure of how much I love my best friend when I pull my butt out of bed before the sun comes up (EVEN THE SUN IS STILL SLEEPING!!!) and scrape off my frozen car to travel all the way to her place and keep an eye on her demon spawn so she can go out and freeze her butt off in an 8 km race (I said 5 km a couple of posts earlier... it's actually 8 km... which makes it 3 km crazier than it should be) in sub-zero temperatures!
As I was driving, I thought long and hard about what you all said about my cookie plans and how sugar equals hyper.... so I stopped off and got us all a breakfast of donuts and hot chocolate on the way - just for good measure.
Sam was soon of and it was just me an the kids, muching down on our donuts. The eldest two quickly dissapeared into the depths of the basement, and Ethan, Dozer and I
|Donuts.... what donuts????|
I didn't bring the shawl to knit - I'm in the middle of beading it, so it's just too much to tote around. Instead, I worked on my Mr. Dress-up sock. I was cursing myself for not bringing scissors and a needle to graft, when I looked down at Sam's coffee table...
|It's like she knew....|
|Sorry for the crappy pic - my dog-stool wouldn't sit still. |
He does keep the feet warm though.