If I had a million dollars I'd be asleep rather than doing laundry.

It's 2:05 a.m. on a work night and I have to get up in three hours. Why am I awake? Apparently I'm awake because LAUNDRY NEEDS TO BE DONE.

I went to bed fairly early for me - a little after ten, just enough to give me 6 1/2 hours of sleep. But there was this book. And since there was a book, and since books are for reading, I read it.

No problem. Midnight. Still enough for 5 hours of sleep. Then I started praying. You see, I'm getting a little nervous about this whole A getting married thing. I love A, I think D is fabulous, and I think A+D is a wonderful idea and am terribly happy for them. But it means that I lose a roommate that I adore. I feel left behind. But God and I are dealing with that. So a few shed tears and a prayer later and I'm ok.

Then, the age old question, "What would I do if I won $1,000,000?" pops into my head. (After taxes of course, since the math would just be too confusing to take taxes out in day dreams. And of course, it was NOT won by playing the lottery.) I don't know why this popped into my head; it simply did. (One modestly sized three bedroom home that is beautifully decorated with a fenced in back yard for Harvey and Genevieve (my two boxers) and a little Maltese named after a princess that I'll keep inside. A brand new Toyota because they last forever. A new computer that lets me hold it on my lap without the little arrow thingy becoming possessed and moving around of its own volition. Cooking classes. No debt.)

Then, CMI (Current Male Interest) pops into my head. Well, now I've had it. My new strategy is this: CMI pops into my head, I pray, "Lord, bless him and help me not think of him at all." You see, I'm simply not good enough for someone like CMI. Not that he's perfect, because he's not. But there is simply too much in me that needs to be fixed and he does NOT need a fixer upper. Not to mention that the man is just too cute for words and although I'm not bad to look at there is quite a bit of padding that needs to be removed.

Lord, bless him and help me not think of him at all.

So, thoughts of CMI were replaced by thoughts of LAUNDRY and suddenly any attempt at sleep seems like a pointless endeavor. So here I am, 2:22 in the morning, typing a blog, drinking Sleep Time Tea in vain hopes that it may do some good, and listening to the sound of the washer.

Oh, and you will all be proud to know that I have not baked ANYTHING for CMI at all. My other new strategy is the Do Nothing Approach.

DOH.

Lord, bless him and help me not think of him at all.