I can’t express it any better than Kelley does.  Hers is really the best run-on sentence ever.

I kept waking up in the night with all the brilliant solutions to all the issues I’ve been facing at work.  I had every clue to unlock the mysteries.  Now I am at work.  I have no clue what was so important to wake me up at O’dark thirty in the morning.  No brilliance. Nada.

Got a call from a creditor that my payment was past due.  I was certain I had sent it.  Oh yeah!  I sent it to the other creditor.  That could explain why the appliances got paid off a month early.  It must be the crack.

Forgot to put my son’s incredibly stinky laundry in the dryer last night.  I swear that child recycles his laundry.  I wash it, it goes in the drawer.  He wears it, puts in the hamper.  Then he digs through the hamper to get dressed the next day.  And repeat.  I will never win any housekeeping awards and so it takes a few cycles before I realize that he’s been wearing the same 6 outfits for 3 weeks.  That could explain the stench in his bedroom.  So the laundry basket was moved to the laundry room last night and the de-funking began.  Guess who didn’t have underwear this morning and left the house in high-water jeans!  Thankfully, people don’t expect much fashion sense from a nine-year old.  (For the record, I was able to locate clean underwear that would fit.  They just happen to have a cartoon character on them, which I am told is no longer cool.  Sorry kiddo.  You know, if you would bring me the laundry BEFORE your entire wardrobe has been worn at least twice, I could keep you in cool clothes.  I’m just saying.)

On the bright side, I’m pretty sure I fixed the comment problem from yesterday.  I had successfully un-spammed them, but the comment counts on the posts had to be reset.  I will try not to be so overzealous with the spam button going forward. Oh the things I do to shield you from offers of ringtones and midget porn.

I think I need more coffee.