If there’s anything that gives me a perfect example of how old I’m getting, it’s working 50 hours in a week. And I still have to go in tomorrow. I am tired.
You’d think that sitting at a desk job, I wouldn’t be tired, but I was falling asleep on the couch at 8 tonight. I think part of it is the stress getting to me. Part is probably because I didn’t get to sleep until late last night, and the kids were crawling into my bed at 6:30 this morning.
For my funny of the week:
Hubby was looking for bike shops in town on Google. The first two links he got were for a bike shop about a mile from here, and one near the high school outside of town. No mention was made of the 3rd bike shop in town, but Scooters, the local country western bar was on the list.
Gotta love Google.