Saturday morning confessions 2

I’m hitting the yard sales with Emily in the early, dark ayem so I won’t be sleeping tonight. No sleep for me and it hit me, I should do another Saturday confessions. You should too. Do one on your site then leave me a link in the comments.

1. I miss Don Draper and I’ll be dreadfully sad if there is not a season 5. Ok, so officially there will be a season 5, but when AMC, when?

2. I hated, no really hated is not too strong of a word, I hated Grey’s Anatomy The Musical. Who thought this was a good idea? Stupidest episode I have ever seen. I thought the one where that blonde chick thought Denni was reincarnated was bad, but this one was far superior in the awful department. I hate shows where people spontaneously burst into song and if people did that in real life I would never leave home.

3. I’m having another yard sale at my house. I know I said I would never do it again, but I am. I am so weak. I’ll never learn. It’s this Friday. Come. Buy all my junk.

4. The following photos are of my nightstand and my husband’s nightstand. Mine contains: pens, paper, lamp. remotes, water, ipod, phone, clippers, nail file, flashlight and a hair clip. His contains: nothing. The reason is when I get in bed I read, listen to audio books, watch tv, ruin my cuticles by clipping them off with clippers, play words with friends on my iphone, jot down notes and drink water. My husband, he falls asleep. He has no need of an alarm clock because his internal clock awakes him at the precise time he needs to get up.

Oppositesrus.

5. Ruthanne called me Friday morning. She left me a message. I have since deleted the message, but I think I can paraphrase it:

“I knew you weren’t going to answer your phone. You never answer your phone! I don’t even know why you have a phone. Call me.” {emphasis hers}

I was in the shower. LEGITIMATE excuse, ya’ll.  You can’t answer a phone in the shower. Not an iPhone anyway. And I do answer my phone. Occasionally. When I’m not outside or changing a diaper or eating or bathing or sleeping or it’s cloudy.

So, I call her back and she says:

“It’s ok, I’ve already talked myself off the cliff.”

What kind of friend does that, I ask you?

Hey Ruthanne. I miss you. Good luck today, you nut.