I can't sleep. It's 10:39 and I should be snoring away already. I think it was the 2 bottles of Lipton Green Tea that I had at the bbq. Who knows. Those things are yummy. So here I am, sitting in my PJs (or am I?...heehee...just kidding!), Wedding Singer on the telly, typing away. They say ignorance is bliss. And in some cases, it is. Then maybe I can sleep tonight.


On a lighter note, we're back from our trip to San Francisco! It was a fantastic trip that we did not want to leave. Just a couple more days! If only...heehee! Pictures to come if SOMEONE can figure out how to properly share pictures between accounts on this computer. Till then!


Oh, and a little song from the Wedding Singer...


Robbie hart (singing):
I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you
I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I’ll miss youI’ll kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
I’ll need youI’ll feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you’ve had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you