You know you’re getting old when your 3.5 year old can stay up later than you.
And the ‘you’ in this instance is me. And the me in this instance is tired. Where does that kid get his energy from? He just keeps going and going and going. I really have no idea what that has to do with today’s post, I just wanted to complain. Because it’s what I do best.
In totally unrelated news, I found super clever decals from Tasty Suite. They made me smile. Which says a lot on an icky, rainy, bad-hair kind of day.
This one makes me laugh. Hardy har har. Yep, that’s me laughing. Don’t make fun of me. Maybe I have some sort of condition that makes me have a strange laugh. Hardy har har.