Hey all.

I'm just checking in with no major plans of any kind of substantial post tonight. The last few days have been exhausting, and I'm incapable of writing anything interesting at the moment.

I know. You're probably thinking "When has that stopped you before?" The only answer I have for you is that there is indeed, a first time for everything.

So, on Sunday and Monday I went back to my hometown of Burbank. I met up with some old friends at BJ's and tried to catch up with everyone while the rest of the restaurant loudly watched the Laker's game. I had a good time, despite the fact that I spent half the time trying to read my friend's lips because I couldn't hear a dang thing being said. Hi Ann! Hi Amy b! Loved chatting/shouting with you guys.

On Monday me and the old friends went to a taping of the Chelsea Lately show, where we were used and abused by the world's most ridiculous security guards. I seriously thought Chelsea was secretly taping us as a prank to see how long it would take for someone to knock one of those morons out. Alas, no cameraman ever popped out from the bushes. Those guys were for real, and I spent the majority of my afternoon seeking revenge by mentally composing a mean tell-all blog post about them. It's coming soon.

They obviously didn't know who they were messing with.

Tuesday was normal, except I was exhausted from my busy two days of relaxing in B-town with no children or husband to worry about. And then today Mr. C and I had to drive to Victorville for a memorial service. I spent the whole day meeting in-laws and relatives and trying to remember everyone's names and connections. It's exhausting. I used to get annoyed with Mr. C because I still had to give him the who's who rundown on our way to family functions, and this was 5 years into our marriage. So today I ate a nice big slice of humble pie and apologized to him because now I understand how difficult it can be.

That's the kind of understanding wife I am.

He's a lucky s.o.b.

So. I realize that this list may not sound very exhausting to you. It blows my mind to think that in my early 20's I'd probably be able to do everything mentioned above in a shorter time period with less sleep, and then have energy for a Vegas trip on top of that. But now I am old. I am old and I am no longer fun.

So this is as much as this fuddy duddy is going to write tonight.

Sweet dreams, you all!