I had a hard time sleeping until Cory came to bed. It's weird what you're used to when you're sleeping. Once we tried to switch places in bed and had a horrible night. Strange.
Since Cory waited until 11 to go to bed, he was planning on sleeping in. I apparently would have none of that though - I was a little groggy when I woke up so I pushed snooze on the alarm instead of turning it off, so when it started beeping again I had to run all the way upstairs to turn it off. And then while I was trying to shut the door of the bathroom so I could dry my hair a little more quietly, I kicked the spiral wire thingy at the bottom of the door that keeps it from gouging the wall, and it twanged really loud. I felt really bad. I really did want him to be able to sleep in, I swear.
I had to pop the last cobbler back into the oven for a little while this morning to see if I could remedy the grey mush that was undercooked cobbler dough in the center of the pan. It didn't work very well, but I still scraped together 39 little containers of cobbler and threw away the grey mush (well, I ate some of it because it was mostly cooked, just a little mushy, but it was grey so I didn't think anyone else would appreciate it).
And now I'm sitting here looking forward to a three-day weekend. That doesn't happen much at my company - I think we get Memorial Day, the 4th of July, Thanksgiving and the day after, and then whatever happens around Christmas/New Year's.
