Sleep is my beauty secret.
So now you know. With enough sleep I sparkle. My mind is sharp and I say witty things, (bon mots, if you must know.)
Without enough sleep I almost back the car out of the garage before opening the garage door.
Without enough sleep, there isn’t enough concealer in the world to hide the bags under my eyes.
Without enough sleep I can be mean.
I have been sitting her for most of the evening trying to think of something to write about (this blog is a streak thing, so I have to post. Otherwise I would have just taken the night off.)
You know dooce.com, right? And the things she makes her dog, Chuck endure?
So this is not Chuck. This is Boomer. This took 8 tries.
Now, I must get my beauty sleep.
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Awww, sweet Boomer. Did he pee on you when you put the hat on him? : )