Hah. Bet you thought this post was gonna be about the Olympics. But you would be SO WRONG.
This is about sleeping. I realize I JUST wrote a post about sleeping and I'm sorry I don't have more entertaining topics for you, like someone who named their kid Zuma Nesta Rock. Wait.
And can you believe that crap? That kid will be coming home from a school with a black eye every day. Although he will probably be extremely rich, so maybe not. Anyway.
Sleeping. Napping, actually. As you know, one of my favorite pastimes. But not in this instance.
I NEVER fall asleep in front of the TV. I have always found it mildly amusing (Hahahahaaaaaa...I am SO SUPERIOR) when people talk about falling asleep in front of the TV and I often have to wake Tom up when he falls asleep as we are watching TV.
So, the other night, we were watching an episode of Psych which, normally we love and find extremely hilarious, but it was just a trifle boring. Something about finding some buried pirate treasure and they were going on and on and my eyes were kinda heavy, so I thought "Hey! I'll just close my eyes and listen to the story and when they stop talking and it's not so boring, I'll open them and watch the rest of the show."
Y'all.
I jerked awake to find I had slept through most of the show.
Sitting up in my chair.
My only consolation is that I did not drool on myself or the chair.



