Two nights ago, Mike kept me up until 2 a.m. with his snoring, and Eliza's been waking up at night with a cough. But last night Mike slept in the guest room so I could catch up on my sleep, so it figures that my old pal insomnia paid me a visit. I lay there, with my mind going, and had the following thoughts:
The reason I bought Wheaties Fuel was because Peyton Manning was on the box.
I wonder how painful Botox really is.
I haven't gone cross country skiing all year.
Whenever I go to the bank, I feel like they're going to yell at me, or not give me my money.
Speaking of High School, my reunion is this fall.
Which is making me wonder about botox.