So I must apologize. I’ve been very lax in the update department. I know, I know, you’ve been just dying for an update. Seriously, what update is she talking about? You’re thinking. You didn’t even noticed did you? Forget ya then.

For those that do care.

Hello? Where’d everyone go?

Excuse me, I’m in a weird mood - might have something to do with the ten glasses of wine that I’ve consumed fact that it’s Friday.

Seriously though…

Remember Mike’s quitting smoking? How can I put this nicely. He quit quitting again. I knew it would come to this. I was very supportive and didn’t bring it up at all. He came home and confessed couple weeks ago (yes, see, I was behind in updates); which I greatly appreciated. I’m just disappointed that it’s another attempt that’s come and gone with no success. Now it’s going to be another 6 months to a year before he’s going to contemplate quitting again. It’s so damn frustrating. He cops out every time with some lame-ass excuse; just drives me batty is all.
(And for those that didn’t read the original post; I am a born-again non-smoker, so yes I know how hard it is to quit.)

How about sleepy socks? You remember me writing about that? Go on. Read it. I’ll wait.
So, how about those sleepy socks? I am in the midst of testing my hypothesis and believe it to be true. I do in fact sleep better with socks on. The kind of sock does not affect my ability to sleep through the night, but rather just that they are there. I finally sleep through the night! Who woulda thunk that it was because I didn’t sleep with socks on!? All those years of hating the feeling of socks on my feet in bed; if only I had been dead tried every night to be able to get past that. Maybe if I had children earlier in life… I would have figured it out so much sooner (though, to my parent’s dismay, 25 was much too early as it was).

And, overindulgence does not cure my addiction. I really craved them last night. I thought about them and contemplated going to get some. Any sane person would have been far over this addiction after consuming so much. For that reason, I denote, I am not sane. Bob!, tell her what she’s won! Do you remember what my addiction is?

Did I miss anything that you wanted to hear more about?