You Know How They Say A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words? Well This Post Has 335 Of Them. What Does That Tell You?

I haven't been sleeping lately. My "Why? Story" isn't as fun as the time I was in college and had to stay awake for 40 hours straight because I was taking 10 classes for 20 credits (Can you say butt load of work? I CAN! Butt load of work.) and then at like, hour 37 I was invited to go see Toy Story, and of course had to go, so I popped a Vivran and man was that one trippy movie! I haven't seen a Toy Story sequel since.

But, like I said, that's not my "Why? Story." And, because you all totally got the morada siamang reference on my last post, you know that it's baby related. Because, yeah. My life is predictable like that. I'd bore you all with the itty bitty 16 pound details, but, I'm baking cinnamon espresso cookies and I have my Twilight soundtrack Pandora station on continuous play (Are you judging me? You're totally judging me, aren't you?! I can see you through the computer screen, you know!) and really don't want to bore myself to sleep because I'm looking forward to dunking the cookies one by one by one by one into the mega cup of decaf coffee that I'm trying to fool my body into thinking is caffeine (my own personal brand of heroin), because it's after four and I am still breastfeeding Ellie, who is sleeping peacefully upstairs. Lucky duck.

I also remember one of my English teachers saying in high school that the most creative people are sleep deprived. I have one word for him: bull crackly. Sleep deprivation totally doesn't work, unless you think this is THE BEST POST EVER!! And if you do, will you be my bestest friend in the whole wide world forever and ever and ever? P.S I love you. (clasps hands and looks bashfully over shoulder)

Sooooo, instead of my usual awesome post (I can still see you, you know), here's an embarrassing picture of me. Yep. You're welcome.

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