Shhh... don’t tell my husband that I’m blogging at 3 AM.
He and I were both awake until almost 2 AM, intently discussing the iconic double-double-albums Use Your Illusion I and Use Your Illusion II, and the infamous feud between Axl Rose and Kurt Cobain which I did not previously know about because I was 8 years old at the time of this feud and still mainly listening to Raffi.
But anyway we were deep in this discussion and then all of a sudden Matt started snoring. Then, I continued the discussion, but with myself. Then, all of a sudden an hour had passed and I remembered I hadn’t written any blog posts in a few days. And then I decided to write one. At 3 AM. Hashtag pandemic life. Hashtag, let me out of this looney bin.
4 comments:
I totally identify with this scenario - the pandemic life fosters staying up late, sleeping in, taking all day to get breakfast, being amazed at 8 that it's time for dinner again!!
Haha this is so sweet!
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Haha, Bonny's hashtag. I am a member of the husband falling asleep while we are talking club. As my daughter just said. "Dad fell asleep while reading a book aloud to all of us" (and it was Harry Potter, seriously)
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