Gravity is especially strong for me today. I had a hard time getting out of bed and had to be re-woken a second time by Mr. W. I oozed over to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, popped in my contacts, then oozed back over to the bed, where I was again pulled into horizontal position for about 10, 15 minutes. Finally, fearful of Mr. W’s reaction if he happened to come upstairs again to see me still in bed, while I try to explain to him that I’m not STILL in bed, I’m AGAIN in bed, which is probably equally alarming to him, I oozed over to the closet and picked out work clothes. Zomboid, I trudged downstairs and sank into a chair while Mr. W handed me a plate of tomato and jalapeno hummus omelet. From there, how I got to the car was a blur.

Then shortly before leaving for work, Mr. W trotted over to the side of the house and returned to the car, where I sat waiting for him, with a little white rose bud from our yard. It woke me up a little, because when I poked around inside the rose petal and peeked in, about to shove my nose in there and inhale, I saw a fat green worm curled up inside snoozing away. I did the ew ew, gag gag thing and Mr. W snatched the rose from my hand, stuck his fingers into it, and pulled the worm out. Then he opened his side of the car door and deposited the worm on the street. So I did the ew ew, gag gag thing AGAIN cuz now he TOUCHED it. He returned the rose to me and I gingerly and suspiciously moved around other petals, and saw another greenish grayish blob that resembled a tiny shell-less oyster. I decided I had enough of the rose even after Mr. W once again dug out the gray matter and flicked it out the car, so he put the rose into his cup holder instead. I know, I know, that’s gratitude for a guy trying to be romantic with his newlywed wife.

Gravity took over again, so instead of resisting, I lowered the car seat back all the way and went to sleep. After Mr. W went to work, I had the car to myself and instead of going to work myself, I instead lowered the car seat AGAIN and napped in the parking structure outside the courthouse for another 40 minutes.

But I DID have enough presence of mind to call both Dwaine AND Andrae to wish them a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! As usual, crazybusy Dwaine didn’t pick up his cell phone, but Andrae picked up and after I pretended like I was all awake and chirpy and stuff in calling him on his special day, he said, “You are a sweetheart! I can’t do stuff like this. The only birthday I ever remember is Dwaine’s.” I wish I had a twin so I could make twin jokes like that. Hippo Birdie, Dwaine and Andrae! You’re now MY AGE! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!