Boy Oh Boy

Oh god. These dreams are going to kill me.

But that's not what I came here to talk about.
Actually, I did not come here to talk about anything. Owen came again at 5:45 and we went back to bed and I just got up again and between the Sarah Palin showgirl dream and the I-was-lost-in-a-big-city-dream, I'm exhausted.

He'll be up in a minute.

I'm going to have to get back to you. I think I better make some oatmeal.

Love...Ms. M