it’s 5:08 a.m. pretty soon it won’t be the middle of the night anymore. jim next door could already be awake for the day, for all i know. i’m sure there are plenty of people who get up at five…but on SUNDAY???
last night we went to the ballet fundraiser gala. it was really fun to get all dressed up in the middle of winter; it was nice to not put on the layers of clothes and all that, nice to not wear my long underwear and my snow boots. actually, i did wear my new gold space-age snow boots to the event, but i took them off when we got there. it was fun to see kevin in a tux, and he SHAVED and looked very dashing. he tries to go for that grizzled old cowboy look most of the time, so it’s really nice to see more of his youthful and cute face once in a while. plus he, too, is always wearing multiple layers of bulky winter clothes. fun to get dressed up; we should do that more often.
it was fun; we danced, we ate, we drank, we bid on many silent auction items, we milled around, we tried to talk over the very loud band. they were great but VERY LOUD, especially cause our table was right next to them. randy was scoffing at somebody, i can’t remember who (MAYBE BECAUSE IT’S FIVE IN THE MORNING???), saying they were getting old because they were omplaining about the loudness of the music. well, the band was, indeed great, but also, indeed, VERY VERY LOUD. when we got home kevin and i were both a little hoarse.
anyway, I AM AN ADDICT. maybe if i admit it here in the middle of the night, i’ll MAKE A CHANGE.
i can’t stop texting. not all the time, and not texting out to millions of people. i texted amy during the evening. but while i was lying in bed an hour ago i suddenly thought NOBODY ELSE WAS SITTING AROUND TEXTING, GRACE.
i texted her 10 times. once would have been ok, i think…one of the auction items was this red shoe made of chocolate. there was a sign on it that said “chocolate shoe – do not touch or try it on.” i took a picture of it and sent it to amy, telling her that i was thinking of taking a big bite out of it. they said don’t touch, but they said nothing about biting into it.
if you bought a chocolate shoe, would you eat it? it must have huge, huge quantities of wax for it to be shoe-shaped.
so i think it would have been fine to have texted that one thing. BUT NOT THE REST OF THE TEXTS.
i must stop this behavior.
it’s really cold here in the living room – colder than in the bedroom, and it was really cold in there plus i had piles of blankets on top of me.
i could look up lots of stuff about what’s going on in egypt right now; it’s already the middle of the day there, so there should be many things happening.
i could read my daily comics so i’m ahead when i get up again, for real.
we’re going to friends’ house for lunch and i have to make some kind of dessert before we go. i could do that right now.
definitely not gonna happen, a crazy thought, too crazy to even contemplate.
last night when i had makeup on and before i got dressed for the gala, we shot all the intro videos for my many scotland videos. they are now so close to being done, i’m excited about it. kevin suggested that we shoot them in front of the green screen that came with the video editing software; we’ve never used the green screen. we shot a test video earlier in the day and i put the footage on the computer. it was really easy to put up the image and merge it with a background photo of scotland. it looked pretty good, too.
seriously, mrs. hughes, go back to bed.
seriously. no reading online, no nothing. you could feed the cat (he’s stretched out on my legs, keeping them warm), and then you can go back to bed. that way winnie won’t wake us up at exactly 6:00 a.m. like he usually does. plus, of course, now it’s 5:24 and will soon be six anyway.
ok ok ok already.
mrs. texting addict hughes.