Oh my God! I suck! Here is some important information that I forgot to blog about:

Today is my neice’s 16th birthday.  Seriously.  This whole her growing up thing? Should not be allowed.

So Will and I have finally set a date for the wedding.  It is looking like September 12 of next year.  I was thinking about putting up one of those big glittery countdown things that you see all the time on Myspace, but in the end I decided not to.  I’m still not sure if I decided not to because those things are gaudy or because having one on my blog would FREAK ME OUT. So yep.  With any luck, in 397 days I’ll be married!

And my neice? Is 16. 16! It’s Outrageous!

Yesterday and today I took full advantage of the whole “hey, I work freelance! I can totally go back to bed!” thing. See, in our house, we set the alarms for whatever time Will needs to be up (today it was six in the morning (and yes, it was hell on toast trying to wake up that early) oh my god I just did a parenthetical statement inside a parenthetical statement!) because Will sleeps through his alarm. He puts it on the radio setting and sets it to the butt rock station and turns the volume up to eight and a half and do you know what happens? Every morning I am blasted out of bed by the sound of some backward wannabe Kurt Cobain incarnate screeching and growling and Will? Snores on. He doesn’t hear it and swears that his alarm is broken. What does wake him up? My very very pointy elbows and fingers jabbing him repeatedly in the ribs while I scream “shut that fracking thing off! shutitoffshutitoffshutitoffshutitoffshutitoff!” And of course, by that time I am very awake (it’s hard not to be awake with the jabbing being done as violently as possible).

And, of course, every morning as I am hunched on the couch and growling about how I would eat him if I could just to never have to hear that damn alarm again, he says “you don’t have to get up with me, I mean, I appreciate it and everything, but you should go back to bed. You look so tired.”

Once in a while (like on the six in the morning days) I will go back to sleep for an hour or two to save my mood. Usually though, I just stay up and use the time to be all productive and stuff. This week though? This week I have gone back to bed with relish and slept until eleven. Oh yeah, I slept in until eleven for two weekdays. And do you know what is sad? That this will probably be the “stupid thing I do before I’m 30 so that I can blame it on still being in my 20s.” How lame is that? My final act of rebellion? Is sleeping in.

There are geeks who were rejected from CW reality shows for being too geeky who are shaking their heads at me right now and saying “not even I am that lame.”

But wow, I’m well rested.