(Note: it doesn't sleep with me.)

Friday night, I had Little Matty, his wife, and CP over for dinner. (Rosemary chicken. Yum!) Best conversation:

WG: So, it's like I fell and hit my head or something. First I decide to start jumping again, and then after jumping, I decide that a McDonald's cheeseburger sounds good. (For those of you new around here, I haven't eaten a hamburger in about 20 years. I don't like them.)
Little Matty: Are you pregnant?
WG: God, I hope not.
CP: Was it good?
(silence)
Mrs. Little Matty: We all want to know the answer to that one.

Saturday, I went to pick up my rental car. (Am leaving for Charlotte at o'dark thirty tomorrow, and the rental place is not open on Sundays.) I walk in, and the clerk says, "We've got a RAV 4 headed over here for you." This was fortuitous, as I was helping Ali move that morning.

I love the RAV 4. Want one. But it now looks like it will be a while before I replace my car.

Saturday night, hung out at a local "Irish" pub with some friends.

Came home, went to bed at 2.

Awakened at 3:30 by microwave, which has decided to cycle through its "AutoCook" options. While beeping. Loudly.

I made it stop, but it happened twice more (3:45 and 4:00). The second time, I had to go trip the breaker to make it stop.

Did I mention my breaker box is outside?