It's odd when you get used to someone being there every night. Even if he's in the living room and I'm in bed, the house just feels different when he's not in it.
Yea...I got nothing. Except that I have already scoured Facebook for funnies, pigs have flown and Pinterest holds no interest for me at the moment, and even though I have to get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow, sleep is most definitely not calling my name. And apparently, I am still the queen of coma abuse.
I have accumulated a nice supply of funnies though...
|C'mon, I know I'm not the only one who's had this thought.|
|Seriously, You have to bury that shit silently at midnight.|
|I think we need this on our gate...|
And last, but not least:
|What can I say...|