Just got home, and after working on some much-neglected emails and billing, the phone rang. The boy! Yay! I chattered at him about my day. He told me he woke up an hour ago. I helpfully suggested that maybe a bender would put him to sleep. He wisely shot down that idea.
What? A bender doesn't seem like a good idea? What is this world coming to? What are we, nearing 40 years....
Damn.
Anyhoo, I guess that he should not be the first person I talk to when I get home, because I'm chock-full of news and stories and fun tidbits and plans for the rest of the week and ideas about fork-stabbings and much mocking of a singing cat. The boy asks, "Are you manic?" No, I tell him, this is actually my normal energy level after a full night of sleep and some good news at the courthouse.
Needless to say, less than five minutes passed before he decided he needed to go brush his teeth. (Bringing the sexy in this relationship, I tell ya!)
I think I need to go find a treadmill to dance on or a boxing man to slap around. I'll be calmer later when you call back, baby.
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