So this isn't even a real post (look for one of those disasters either this afternoon or tomorrow morning) but I wanted to share something that makes my little heart sing.
My lovely talented reader Kat, whom I don't even know in real life, but who is clearly super amazing, sent me this last night.
And then I printed it out and put it in a frame and placed it on my nightstand (no joke.)
And then Ryan was like "Are you kidding me?"
And I was all "Can I make this better by promising you that when I'm married to Justin Timberlake I'll keep a photo of you and I by the bed?"
And he was like "Normal people don't have to deal with situations like this."
We're bringing sexy back. Can you tell?
|I sent a copy of this to Justin Timberlake as proof that we look amazing together. As with my other emails, he's waiting to reply until he has time to craft a response that will do my somewhat lenghtly missive justice.|
Now must go. I have to figure out how to print a copy of this at work so I can frame it there as well and prove all of my coworkers wrong when they continue to repeat "We know you don't actually play raquetball and drink Pellegrino with Justin Timberlake on the weekends."
Oh yes I do coworkers. Yes I Do.
If anyone else wants to
I am going to be SO much more popular at work.
Oh and if you like crafty giveaways, check out Abi's blog sometime before March 15th. I don't know Abi in real life either and she's not forcing me with money or prizes to post this in any way, she's just very crafty and hilarious - As proven by her comment on my last post.
(I'm totally going to start posting my favorite comment at the bottom of each new post..you all are some serious cotton-headed-ninny-mugginses and I love it.)
I am a bugger to wake when I have a night terror and I scratch, bite, punch, flail! One of the first times my then boyfriend saw me have a night terror he assumed I was awake due to my eyes being open. He dropped his guard and apparently I just looked at him and punched him hard on the nose. HE STILL MARRIED ME. Now he knows if my eyes are open and I look like I'm conversing with him I'm probably still asleep.
One time, on a not so 'terror' sleep walk (we had just moved into our new house and it was empty) he woke to hear banging in one of the spare bedrooms. He went in search of the noise which turned out to be me banging the floor with a hard soled shoe. I told him I was busy building an ark so he shouldn't get in the way unless he could 'pass me that plank over there'.
Oh, and another time, one of his friends needed a place to stay for a few weeks and one night he came home and sat downstairs to watch tv (we were asleep). I sleptwalked out of the room yelling at Simon that I was going downstairs to kill the giant snake (which turned out to be his friend). His friend actually had to get in on the act and had to yell up the stairs 'I'm a snake but I'm leaving now' and open the front door and shut it again, pretending to go outside. He moved out pretty sharpish after that...or maybe it was the fact I organised his wardrobe into sleeve-length order on my day off once.