Just got a postcard from my brain. It's somewhere warm and sandy, enjoying a drink with an umbrella, and enjoying the cabana boy as well. It doesn't miss me at all.

Hmmmmmmmmm Ka-thunk! Hmmmmmmmm Ka-thunk! Hmmmmmmmmmm Ka-thunk!

"Jenny, can you make it stop? It's 10 o'clock at night," whined the husband. I was merrily surfing on blogexplosion, and our flannel sheets were in the dryer, along with a plastic headed doll that had been washed after suffering assorted traumas and indignations. The collision of the bald head on the side of the washer continued to produce booming noises while I shut down the computer.

"I guess they are probably dry now," I said, and went to pull the sheets out. I carried the warm sheets to the bed, and quickly put the mattress pad and fitted sheet on the bed with the help of the hubs. I tossed on the flat sheet while my hubs changed the pillowcases, and we both added the blanket and comforter. We both jumped in, and I immediately got goosed by a hard object.

Oh, get your minds out of the gutter (that was later, hee!)

I had managed to make the bed with the plastic doll under the mattress pad on MY side (of course) and it gave me a plastic thumb's up to the rear. "Woo!" I whooped while leaping about three feet in the air. The hubs gave me a raised eyebrow, while I pulled out the doll and settled myself again.

I don't know, the rose fresh husband, the excitement from being goosed, the warm sheets - there was action. And it was good.

This morning, I was in quite a fog trying to give everyone drugs and make toast and pour juice. I normally start with coffee, but we woke up late (okay, so 6am is LATE around here) and I jumped right into panic mode. I put my coffee cup under the spigot (we have a Senseo) and walked away. Ten minutes later, I came back and remembered to plug it in and turn it on. Ten more minutes passed by, and I noticed the brew cycle was ready to begin, so I hit start. Did I add any coffee? Uh no.

I like me a steaming hot mug of water as much as the next girl, but COME ON. That is when the postcard arrived.

Freakin' brain. It better not come back all tan and rested with a souvenir for me consisting of a half eaten box of chocolate covered macademia nuts and a hurricane glass that was given away free with the drink it once held. That's all I'm saying.