Will Ya Still Need Me?

Will Ya Still Feed Me? When I'm sixty-four!

That song has been in my head all evening. (Ari, you can look up the video clip from the Yellow Submarine on youtube.) It is a nice thought to consider actually being married to the same person for forty years. (KNOCK ON WOOD.) For one reason or another, that just doesn't happen in my family.

I don't know why I'm still up. I shouldn't be. I'm kinda hoping a blog will prepare me for sleep. The last two nights I have not been able to get to sleep for a while and then the sleep itself sucks. I just think about everything from paint colors for the interior walls to our wedding. All over the place I guess. It doesn't help that I haven't heard from Joe since last week. Who knew he'd be busy? ;-)

Let's see. I isolated all weekend in an attempt to really bust out the rest of the home project. The weekend started strong but ended weak. There are samples of paint color on my kitchen and dining room walls that I brushed on haphazardly. Since I completely locked up in the decision making process, the samples are still there, and I progressed no further. I could have at least primed. WTF? But I did clean and do laundry. Oh bother.

This week is already done in my head. Tomorrow I'm going out to dinner with a friend after work. Then, my aunt is coming into town Thursday night, and we're going to Atlanta on Friday for some IKEA madness. I was a little leery about the trip out of fear we'd be there for the duration of their business hours, but it's looking more controlled. (I love you Aunt Barbie.) Also, I am excited for the company. This all just came together, but it's a nice surprise. And of course, the next weekend is the CROAT!!! And while I'm at it, the weekend after Croat is November - a new month. Whoa. Katie like. Let's crank this shit out.

As usual there's not much else. It appears to be killin' season again in Columbus. Three recent murders. Two of them were a double homicide last night at an apt complex where one of my coworkers lives. She is horrified, as she said it occurred right behind her flat. I would be freaked too if I were her. I don't really see that happening where I live, but still, I'm glad our bedroom is on the backside of our house. No potential for stray bullets. To me that's the scariest thought. For all other scenarios, we have our three modes of transportation: ADT, DEX, and the .45. Also, on my security system, I have a police button and a fire button, so it really makes me feel immensely better. It's also wireless. Go ahead, cut my lines.

On that happy note, I'mma go put in my night guard and pass out. Fingers crossed I can sleep. And think good thoughts for Joe, please. Love love love him.