Introduction

Yes, it is a bit late for any sort of introduction, so I won't actually give you one. It is midnight thirty, and I had to tell you this brief anecdote:

I am thirty years old. I have progressed from sleeping on a mattress in my sister's office to sleeping on a thermarest on her living room floor. I finished up the last few pages of my book, turned out my light, and pulled the covers up. It was then I realized I needed to tinkle (yes, I would have normally said pee, but it seems kind of vulgar when typed). I bargained with myself...told myself I could wait until morning. I snuggled deeper into the blankets and tried to forget my night cap tea had lumpy milk in it. Then I heard it...an ascending "ding, ding, ding". It wasn't my new cell phone. A-man has a baby "piano" that, when ignored for more than a few minutes will go "ding, ding, ding". When left alone for hours and then touched it will do the same thing. Guess who's foot had nudged the piano. After the third "ding, ding, ding" I resigned myself to my fate...I'm a thirty year old, sleeping on a blow up mat on her sister's living room floor, getting up to pee after midnight because her nephews toys won't leave her alone. :-)
Night all...I love you.