I got a whole awesome 2 or so hours of sleep Monday night.
Let me just state that I require a minimum of 5 hours to make sense, 6 to function semi effectively, 7 to make it through the day without brain farting at 2pm, and 12 to make me a really happy girl.
I reiterate; I got TWO.
I held it together fairly well until about 7:30pm. At this point I found myself staring at things and totally space truckin'.
This is when one of the awesome conversations my husband and I had occurred!
Him: Hey, where are those papers?
Me: What papers?
Him: The ones from my work.
Me: How should I know?
*I zone out even more at this point*
Him: They were on your desk, what did you do with them?
Me: I don't even know what I did with my face!
Me: MY FACE, MY FACE! (I <3 you Kayla!)
Him: You are sooooooo weird.
Me: I stopped listening, are you still talking?
Of course by this time I had found his papers. Who says something like that? THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE!