fine. i’ll admit it. i’m one of those snooze button people. for the past almost 8 years (holy crap, my baby is turning 8 on sunday. EIGHT!) i haven’t had the need for an alarm clock. hoo boy, no sir. there was always someone awake in the wee hours of morn….as in the 0500s…yes, what’s the o stand for…ohmigod, it’s early. not my joke, sadly, it belongs to one Robin Williams, you know, back when he was funny and NOT creepy. there was a small window for this. and anyone who has seen him in that movie where he wears the clown nose knows…CREEPY. ps. have you seen this?

(thanks for the nightmares, worth1000.com, thanks.)

(i’m sorry, Metalia, i know he creeps you out too. OF COURSE HE DOES)

anyhoo. back to the snooze. i’m usually and three-peat snoozer. my clock is set to 6:05. i hit it again at 6:14 and then again at 6:23…and make my way into the shower at 6:32. why not just set the clock for 6:30 you may ask…but seriously, there’s NOTHING better than those stolen minutes of morning sleep. when no one is jumping next to your face in bed begging to watch some princess movie or yo gabba gabba or asking for breakfast or chocolate milk or help with their hair. BLISS. my showers, however, usually involve a little girl standing outside saying random things like “mommy, you know what? my clock and your clock say the same thing!” or “mommy, you know what? i can jump the highest on Jill’s trampoline!” or “mommy, you know what? i really like elephants” or “mommy, i can see your pagina!” (um, duh, i’m in the shower. a place i should be allowed to be nude in PEACE) so, in other words, not blissful.

my baby brother arrives today to help me wrangle the twelve girls who will be sleeping on my family room floor tomorrow night join us in Emily’s birthday weekend. i probably should stop using the term baby, since, um, dude is 23. but speaking of babies…i got to see my baby niece on skype, which isn’t the same thing, but hoo boy, i was almost in tears at how ridiculously cute my nieces are and how excited i am to be only a three-hour-drive away next year (what’s that? you have heard enough about my move to atlanta?)

just look at this face.

(that should help getting past the scary, scary Robin Williams image)

i have an random office-related question. how does your office handle birthdays? i mean, do you have a Dunder Mifflinesque Jim-and-Dwightish party planning committee?

(sorry…still laughing at the balloons from Kelly’s party)

(hahha)

in my office we send around a birthday card (in a file folder. this fact is significant) for everyone to sign. we used to do the whole awkward pretend it’s a surprise but it’s never really a surprise and everyone gets together in a room to say happy birthday festivities…but we gave that the AX. then we used to get together once a month for cake (mmm…cake) but all the cake haters gave that the AX too. so, now it’s just the card.

my desk is the place the card goes to die.

always. there’s always an email my poor friend Tamara (who somehow got roped into the annoying job of card keeper) has to send around looking for the missing card. and guess where it always is?? ON MY DESK. because you all, it’s a file folder (see? i told you significant). you know how many file folders i have on my desk? 847. it tends to blend. so now i have to go and return the file folder.

sheesh.

couldn’t we just bring back the cake?