So I Have All This Time Right Now

And nothing to write about. Figures. The babies both fell asleep on the floor about an hour ago, Andrew isn't here yet (he's on his way home from a weekend in Shreveport-- he'll be here soon). I'm watching Dave Attell's comedy tour, eating ice cream (again!) and I thought-- "Hmmm. I could blog." But nada. Zip. Nothin.

But maybe, just maybe, this thing where the babies are asleep before midnight (both babies!!) will be the start of a new trend. And I'll actually be able to read, or write, or do things other than being a mommy. Not that I don't love being a mommy, but I've been doing that 24/7 for the last three months. Sometimes, it's fun to just be me. :)

What I love about Dave Attell, and the guys on his comedy thing, is that they all have about three days' worth of five o'clock shadow, and all look like the guy that you wouldn't want your little sister to date. That's funny to watch (the guys, not the one who dates your little sister, though). I say little sister, cause honestly, if my daughter brought one of them home, I'd have to test the "I've got a gun, a silencer, a big back yard, and no one will ever miss you" theory. They might be really nice guys, and they might have some money, but no. No. I'd have to kill him. Luckily I don't have a little sister. And my daughter will hopefully have better taste in men. Taste in comics? Fine. Taste in guys you want to sleep with? Nope.

Poor Dave.