Comments on: I’m TRYING to Sleep Late

By: JD

JD — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 12:31:38 +0000

Suzanne Miller: Hello, and welcome! You KNOW how catchy “Black Betty” can be, right? OK, maybe I need to try your method and think about housework. There can be nothing more boring.

By: Suzanne Miller

Suzanne Miller — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 11:14:10 +0000

Oh this was LMAO, ROFL funny. Especially the re-occurring Black Betty refrain. How did you get into my brain and how can I get you to do all my writing for me?!!! Seriously, when I feel restless but know I need more sleep, I think of housework that needs doing, and I start to plan what I will do first, and that thought alone is usually enough to conk me out for at least another two hours.

By: JD

JD — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 20:02:18 +0000

val@ SussexHolidayCottage: Hello, again, Val! Geez, let’s see. A typical American breakfast can be anything from eggs and bacon and toast and hashbrowns and sausage and biscuits and gravy to pancakes and donuts and muffins and cereal and oatmeal and hot dogs. Some people are known to eat fruit for breakfast, but I am not one of them.

No, you can’t win! As much as I’d love to sleep in, I’d probably feel guilty if I did, and run around doing chores, too.

By: val@ SussexHolidayCottage

val@ SussexHolidayCottage — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 16:01:40 +0000

As a pommie I am facinated to know what is a typical American breakfast?

I am reading about all these delicious sounding muffins and I can only equate that to a very boring equivalent of a “round of marmalade on toast”!

Personally I don’t have the cat problem, but I do have quite a demanding dog which needs to get out to empty his bladder, probably more so than me.

I long for the weekends for a lay in and mostly I find I wake at exactly the same time as I do in the week which is about 7am. This last weekend gone though I actually woke with a surprise cos when I looked at the clock it was 10.15am. Mind you I then spent the rest of the morning doing chores I had put off in the week, trying to make up for the time I had lost when I had my precious extra bit of shut eye!

You can’t win can you?

By: JD

JD — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 12:53:02 +0000

Swedish Skier: Your husband IS a freak! Can’t you work something out with the cats and his balls? Just point them out—the cats will do the rest. (And thank you! Did you just invent a new Internet acronym? LLA?)

By: Swedish Skier

Swedish Skier — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 02:46:01 +0000

P.S. This CRACKED me up! Loud, laughing aloud. Swedish Skier's last blog post..How to Bug Your Spouse, Part Deux: Siblings

By: Swedish Skier

Swedish Skier — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 02:45:31 +0000

How is it that cats know so well exactly where the center, and most excruciating part, of your breast is? AND where your bladder is? AND always manage to step strategically onto these two places? Although, my dogs growing up always knew where my boyfriends' ball were and managed to jump up onto them, so I guess being a woman with cats is just fine. Donuts. Clearly. Sadly, I am the longing face looking at my husband on weekends and begging for food. I'm awake at 7, and hungry. He sleeps until 10 and is not hungry until noon. Freak! He should be the cat so no one would get woken up. Swedish Skier's last blog post..How to Bug Your Spouse, Part Deux: Siblings

By: JD

JD — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 12:56:21 +0000

Florida Girl In Sydney: I’m sure that day will come — especially if you dream of it! As for me, I’d be happy with sleeping until 8 on weekends. Is that so much to ask? (YES!—Gus and Pru)

By: Florida Girl In Sydney

Florida Girl In Sydney — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 11:41:36 +0000

If I had my way I'd sleep until 9:30 or 10 every morning! I seriously dream of the day!!!! Florida Girl In Sydney's last blog post..Dolly Parton Does Australia

By: JD

JD — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 12:45:37 +0000

Cromely: I do love a cold room. I wish my husband did. I usually just end up kicking off the blankets. Kicking off the cats is another matter entirely. You mean that in order to sleep late on weekends, I have to cut back on my 9-10 hours a night during the week? I dunno . . .