Yesterday was a lot of fun, and today I came home and did some stuff and talked over some things with my husband and came upstairs and had a bath and folded four baskets of laundry, then glanced at my phone and thought, well 8:30 is early but I'm going to read for a while anyway. Then I looked again and realized it was actually SIX-thirty. Then I got in bed anyway.
Sunday, November 24, 2024
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8 comments:
LOL love this. I would LOVE TO GO TO BED AT SIX THIRTY OMFG.
Six thirty sounds not unreasonable to me, but then my normal bedtime is like 8:30
That sounds nice. I was wondering, though. Had you eaten dinner?
Well, this made me laugh out. Did your husband wonder where you’d gone?
Thank you. I'm here for Lucy! And naps.
Hahaha.... I think we should all get in bed at 6:30 tonight.
Best decision, right?
I don't think I'd end up in bed accidentally at 6:30 pm but it sure sounds nice :)
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