Ping Pong

So, you know how I can’t sleep right? Well every time insomnia hits, as I lay in bed with a million useless thoughts bouncing around in my brain, I think, hey, I should get up and write some of this down.

Of course I never actually do that, but I do try to retain some of those thoughts the morning after. This being one of those mornings, I thought I’d just bullet point it out.

So, without further ado, here are some of the things I was pondering last night at 3:46 a.m.

  • How long does a dog’s memory last, really? I mean, when I get up to go to the bathroom, my dog acts like it’s no big deal when I come back. But when I take a shower, he’s thrilled when I emerge. So where is that line? Is it 5 minutes? Ten minutes? Surely someone has measured this somewhere?
  • What is really going to happen at my brother-in-law’s bachelor party this weekend? I mean, I think John has visions of Mike Tyson and tigers, but I have a feeling it’s just going to be a lot of farting. That’s just me.
  • I am turning into my mother. I talk the same way she does. I have the same health issues (sleep much last night, mom?). I don’t mind it really because I like my mom. But I vow to never shop at Talbot’s. No offense to anyone who shops there. It’s just not for me.
  • My kickboxing instructor is always saying things like, you can do these tricep push-ups while you’re watching American Idol. Does anyone actually do that? I mean really? Maybe I will tonight. Probably not.
  • The Oscars are going to be on this weekend and I’ve barely seen any of the movies. I must change that. After I see how long the running times are on all of them.
  • I must get a Cadbury egg.

Wow. I probably shouldn’t post this because it is just umm, kind of sad. But I guess I can’t be expected to solve all of the world’s problems at three in the morning. Maybe I’ll try that later today.

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  1. I am SO FASCINATED by dogs’ minds. I would LOVE to know what’s going on in Montana’s little pea brain. Like, when I lower the window in the car so she can stick her nose out? Does she know it’s me doing it? I mean, I’m just sitting in the front seat pressing a button she can’t even see. And if she does know it’s me doing it, does she think I’m in charge of everything? So like, is she wondering when it’s 100 degrees out why I’m not turning the heat down?

    P.S. Talbot’s once had the cutest multicolor dot skirt. I saw it in the window at the mall a couple years ago. It was ADORABLE and I wanted it but I was broke and it cost like $100. So I have still never shopped at Talbot’s. But I won’t swear them off forever–what if they have another skirt like that someday, and then it goes on sale?

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