Sunday

Grrr.... Sundays.  I love weekends, really I do.  But Sundays aways are in the middle for me.  Because really there just isn't enough time in the day to do what needs doing.  First, you wake up (or at least you do if you're a teenager) REALLY late because you stayed up all Saturday night then it takes about an hour for you to gather up you senses enough to change into new clothes and shove food into your mouth.  And I always have to go to bed really early, lay in bed for an hour trying to sleep, get up and stall it, wait some more, THEN go to bed.  And in the end, I go to bed round about the same time I do Saturday nights, only it isn't a content murmuring, blissful sleep.  Nope.  Not Sunday nights.  Sunday nights I stress and worry about going back to school until I finally collapse in exhaustion.
ANYWAY, the next half of the story later.  I've been thinking about the cow story a little bit this week and I think the simple stormy Wisconsin story is going to turn into something great.  So, as it turns out there might be a third, even forth, part to the story.  Kay, I'll finish the story later.  But just not today.  I'm too sleepy today.  Or at least that's my excuse.
One more thing, Does anyone care to leave a comment? A compliment or something?  A correction even?  A sassy one-liner, anyone?  Sigh.
My eyes are dropping.  Bye bye.