Late Night Confessions

In order to be real and keep things real (in this bloggy blog world) here is a pic of what I look like at the moment.

That's right.  I'm asleep.  The fact that it's 11:40 pm and I'm still up is ridic.  I'm using my typing telepathic skills.  And it's taking me  f o r e v e r !

Tonight we went to a free outdoor movie.  Not as many people showed up as I hoped.  I loved it still.  It was so fun!  I literally smiled from ear to ear the whole time.  We saw The Troubadour.  I highly, HIGHLY recommend.

Tonight, I ate brownies for dinner. 

Tonight, Jude did too.  Pretty much.

Tonight, I spilled wine on my white pants.  Just 2 drops. Which is 3 drops too many.

Tonight, it was (re)confirmed that my husband is a Steve Martin look-a-like.

kinda, sorta not the best comparison, but you can still see it, right?  it's late.

Tonight, I still can't comprehend how James Taylor was so handsome back in the day (uni-brow and all) but is so not now.  And all because he lost his hair.  Such a shame. 

Tonight, I still can't comprehend the mellow wholesome songs of James Taylor and the fact that he was a drug addict basically that whole time.  

Tonight, I'm glad my mama could tend.