The end of the week is in sight.
Around 2:10 this morning, the kiddo got up and used the bathroom. Not typical, but not out of the realm for him. However, after a few minutes, I realize his bedroom door is open and his light is on. I hear him in the kitchen. I go down and I'm all, "Uhm...What are YOU doing?" He says, "My alarm went off. It's time to get up." I said, "Uhm, it's 2am. Did you not look at the time?" He's all, "Uhh...I forgot!" He has a phone and there's 2 clocks in the kitchen. I was all, "Just go back to bed." SMH Teenagers.
DefConn is the biggest freaking slowpoke in the morning. And he not only is slow, but he sits there and sings little made-up songs while I'm all, "Can you please put your pants on?!" And then he's all, "OOOKKKAAAYYYY!!!" when I'm trying to move him along.
The story about my friend's attack hit the local news. They didn't name her. But of course it's all, "Jogger attacked in neighborhood! How to stay safe while jogging!" 1st, she's a runner, not a 'jogger'. Second, why isn't the story, "Hey creeps, don't fucking attack innocent people?!"
My GS cookies are in.
And they are trying to pass a bill to have alcohol sales on Sunday here. It's the closest it's ever been to passing. YAY! (of course, the bill isn't going to pass w/o some stupid restrictions because our state is ran by stick up their ass repubs).