At the bar tonight, we came to the joint conclusion that the sports bra is the catalytic converter of the lingerie world. Theoretically, it improves things - but in the process it takes away all the power and makes things so much less fun.
So I set my alarm yesterday for 9 AM and hit the bed around midnight/1 AM. I woke up at 9, snoozed the alarm.... and usually the alarm should go off. It didn't. And usually if that happens, I wake up within 30 minutes - 1 hour of the time I set the alarm for. I didn't.
I wake up, dazed, and I look at the phone and it says "12:57". I'm like "FUCK" and the first thing I think of is "how am I going to explain this to Adam" (my boss).
That is so awesome...
And I say heeeyyyeeeeeyyeeeeeyyeeeeyyeeyy!
Oh great, one of the kids next door is attempting to play the recorder....
I need an mp3 of that.
EDIT: I want you all to use that as your ringtone!
I wonder if one of my neighbours would mind lending me their assault rifle...
walgreens employees in store next to where truck rolled over were required to come in this morning (you could see on the news)