i can't wait just like you can't wait / until we're out past familiar gates / those seven words shook the life back in / so let's just run 'til we lose our breath.

thirty-six hours later.

Posted: Apr 24, 2010 | Posted by marcy |

i can tell you absolutely every single NFL draft selection, every detail of all the rookie's lives, and every single opinion the sports commentators have about the upcoming season.

this wealth of knowledge is a bi-product of what happens when one decides to paint one's dining room TWICE in a 36-hour period after realizing the first color chosen was unlivable, and when one is too consumed in blue paint to step down off a wooden chair to change the channel. because at this hour of the night, network television goes into loop mode and the same broadcast is repeated an infinite number of times.

i will be undoubtedly be dreaming about two-a-days tonight (er, this morning) and i will undoubtedly wake up feeling like i was run over by a freight train.

1 comments:

  1. angie Shelton said...
  2. ugh. Love that picture though!! And now you MUST post pics of the newly painted room! :)

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