I do not know why I do this to myself. Stay up well past a reasonable bedtime doing lottsa nothing. Sunday nights aren’t particularly kind to me and I’m quite sure that being a zombie girl doesn’t make Mondays any better. But here I sit, blogging aimlessly. Oh, that would be a good name for a blog wouldn’t it? “Blogging Aimlessly”…or something like that. Maybe not. Anyway.

I hope The Accountant had a good Father’s Day. I felt a bit bad that Sam and I took off to my parent’s but I know the quiet time was probably nice. Sam was so cute handing the cards she scribbled on to my dad (her Papa) and The Accountant. I’m lucky to have the best dad a daughter could ask for and Sam is as well. We love them!

Which reminds me, The Accountant and I have an anniversary next week. As in, we will have been married for 11 years as of next week! Wowsers. That’s a long time.

And wowsers, I am the opposite of witty or profound tonight so I think I’ll quit while I’m ahead and before I venture into “here’s what I had for lunch” land and just go to bed. Where I should have been three hours ago.  

Unicorns and Rainbows.