pillow talk

Pillow talk is the best. Especially when you originally start at 8 and then fall asleep until midnight and then wake up and do some homework watch your favorite show and then resume pillow talk at 2. And over here by 2 were pretty slap happy. And can we all agree any conversation is better when your slap happy? We like to talk about aliens and huge telescopes and giving each other the butt. Which is the worst. It happens when husband decides he wants to be the little spoon for once but you don't give in so you roll over to your respective sides and wait for the other person to budge. Following the stand off that lasts no longer than 30 seconds, you both roll over and meet in the middle. Immediately following that, a series of loud laughter abrupts and in that second you know your neighbors hate you. And then comes your alarm bright and early and then you hate yourselves too. But then we quickly realize this small problem of exhaustion can easily be fixed. So we fixed it, with a tall glass of orange juice and some deliciouussss homemade blueberry waffles which obviously had to be scarfed down in point 2 seconds. Due to the fact we were running late. And this my friends was our week. Late nights and rushed mornings. But today is Saturday. And we didn't get out of bed until noon, moseyed to cal-ranch to look at the baby chicks, stopped at some tool stores for my sweet husband to window shop and volunteered at the latino conference of eastern-Idaho. Tonight we will be munching on all sorts of festive food colored food and will not be waking up hungover like the majority of the rest of the population. In our church we believe in the word of wisdom. Which is really for the best. Who wants to gain an extra 20 pounds from drinking beer this close to swimsuit season?

 Happy wearin' of the green from us to you

xo hay&tay xo