# WHAT TIME IS IT?

It was easy to see if a person totally lost track of time.

1. He called seller to request to view the car either 'later' or tomorrow. The time was 11-plus at night.

2. A couple more calls later, I heard him asked for the VIN no. of an advertised vechicle. It was well past midnight, and the person on the other line made sure Daddy realized that.

3. At one-plus, I was forcefully dragged out of bed for company. To lure me from my fetal position with Monkey, Daddy offered to cook me food. At one-plus late at night??

So now here I am, with a finished (big) bowl of noodles and a bloated belly, typing out an overdue blog entry with the notebook in my lap on the sofa. All I want is to go back to my pillows and blanket. If I do that now, the contents in my bulging of a human food container will most likely be vomited out faster than I can recite my ABCs.

So here I sit, tired, overfed, and well... screwing up my bedtimes again.