Last night I was awakened by a really scary sound. Like a mouse.

At first I thought they were inside my television cabinet, scratching at the back of the T.V. It sounded like sharp nails attempting to climb something slick. Maybe a few mice. Or one big shiny rat!

I just stayed in bed for a minute and considered ignoring it. I was THAT tired. Jason was in the living room working on the computer, so when the sound didn’t go away, I pulled myself out of bed to go get help. From what, I still didn’t know. I was halfway down the hall when it hit me. It was the stupid tree outside. It was particularly windy last evening and one of the branches was scraping across the window.

I’m not sure, maybe mice would have been better. At least we could have scared them away and I’m positive my one of my four cats would have killed them overnight. As it was, it was way too dark to go outside and trim the branch, so for the rest of the night….SKKKKKRRRAAAAEEEEAAAAA! every freaking two minutes!

I ended up sleeping on the couch and now my neck hurts.

Buying a house - in one word: stressful. I can’t eat! And that’s like…unusual! I want to keep you posted, but even I can’t think it out in my own brain. All I can say is today is a crucial day and the waiting is making me crazy.

It started out sprinkling today and now it’s full-on pouring. Which made looking at houses kind of challenging. I’m at the point, though, where I don’t even want to talk about the whole house hunting deal. It’s too stressful. I’m excited and broken-hearted all at the same time. It’s just the weirdest, most roller-coastery thing ever! Anyway, I’m going to sleep early tonight.

Sorry, but I don’t get it. First there were Uggs, the most hideously ugly shoes I’ve ever seen.

Now Crocs are the new ugly.

I was in the mall today and there was a huge display of all kinds (colors) of Crocs! After I threw up in my mouth, I walked on and just shook my head NO! at the salesperson eying me.

Usually I would agree that ANYTHING made for a baby is cute. Crocs made for babies/toddlers are just as ugly as the ones made for adults. Yes, they are.

…against watching The Notebook while on your period. Also with a glass of champagne.

It’s just not right. Blubbering doesn’t even describe my state.