For Charging Mothers and Drooping Eyelashes :)

We found two eyelashes on Zac's glasses approximately seven minutes ago. Just two mascara-less eyelashes, protected behind a barrier of prescription lenses. He took off his glasses and we pondered how they escaped his eyelid and settled peacefully onto the curved glass. He wondered aloud if he was falling apart. I giggled, as I always do, and whispered how cool the eyelashes were. He then corrected his earlier remark about falling apart and amended his statement to just his face.

I hope his face nor his actual being is falling apart. That would be almost as unsettling as finding two eyelashes on the inside of some dude's glasses. :)

I have never been comfier. My short legs are clad in my new favorite Victoria Secret Pink sweatpants, tied securely at the waist. My belly is full of movie theater popcorn and Sprite. We saw Stupid, Crazy, Love with Poter tonight. Steve Carrel, man. And shut the front door-Ryan Gosling. 

Man, it's late. 1:57 am. Zac's setting the alarm for 9:30 am tomorrow. Apparently he is also trying to seduce me with the ring tones available for our alarm. They are as follows: Slowly. Reverie. On the Prowl. Mirage of You. Into My Dream. Flash On. Oooh, that one wins. *smirkity smirk* 

And, no, nothing happened. His advances were rejected. :)

Nighty, night kiddies! :D

OH WAIT NEVER MIND. FIVE YAPPING DOGS JUST EXPLODED IN AN ARRAY OF HOWLS AND YIPS IN THE LIVING ROOM. Our house is wild with doggie pandemonium. Dogs we babysit. Bah. I want college.

Okay, for real. Bed time.

Sleep well.

When my brother and I were little, my mom gave us miniature glasses of water from the tap right before bed, but we wouldn't bat a single sleepy eyelash because we knew what was coming. My mom would then calmly turn out our light, back up down the hallway, pause dramatically, and then sprint into our room and shout, "DON'T LET THE BEDBUGS BITE!" She'd then slam the door and listen for our reaction. I always let out a scream and then laugh with my brother. After a good 3 minute giggle attack, mom would come back in and hug us tight. A goodnight kiss on the forehead. And a sincere wish that we'd have good dreams. 

[Moms are so rad, right?]

I have some super sleepy eyelashes at the moment and no charging mother to keep them from drooping, so my time has come to dream. Hopefully I'll wake to find two eyelashes on my pillow in the morning. Zac and I will wonder as to how they got there. And I'll question whether or not my face is falling apart. Or if it's just me.

:)