Tommorrow is the Dreamgirl Pajama Party. I am so excited I can’t get to sleep, but I better try because I have so much to do before the party.

Yordie drifts into sleep, singing in her dreams, “Some day he’ll come along, the man I love, and he’ll be big and strong, the man I love”… “and he’ll be tall and tall and…”… “and the farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell”… then she mutters outloud, “huh? what? I know! I shouldn’t have pushed that darned #1 button” … she grinds her teeth… then purrzzzz like a kitten… and singing once more “tommorrow, tommorrow, la dah dada daH… da dah ta’morrow…”

Midnight: I just woke up. I realized I’ve been showing off my butt a lot in this blog. My husband was an “ass man”. I mean, he liked fannies. I’m going back to sleep. Lemme alone.