Marzipan, It's late*

The college boys are over at the house still. I'm really sleepy and am stuck on the couch waiting for them to leave. I know I could send them home but they're having fun talking about stupid things. I try to do the get ready for bed routine with people here but due to the layout of our house and their tendency to gather around the computer the way most people congregate in a kitchen makes it awkward. I don't have make-up on, I'm in my pajamas, I forgot to brush my teeth, now I need a drink of water...shoot, did I turn the ringer on on my cell phone? You get the point, it's an ordeal. Matt jokes that I can't leave the house without needing to go back inside one or two more times for something. I say it's better that I remember inside the two minutes that we're sitting in the driveway than 2 miles away on our way out of town. (But Matt still won't turn around if we've forgotten something and we're still in town. Can you believe it? Do anyone else's husband's do that? I mean, 2 miles is a heck of a lot closer than 20 miles or 200!)

Sweet! T. just put on his sweater that makes him look like a Russian mafiosi from the 1980's. Looks like we have liftoff. See everyone in the morning!

*My eternal and undying love and respect for those of you who recognized the Homestar Runner reference in the title.