Here I sit downing a gallon of coffee because my Dear AH believes I should get out of bed at 12:30am and entertain his drunk buddy's girlfriend. Of course I declined, but when they left at 1:30am he decided I needed to be informed of what a witch I was because I didn't run right out to the kitchen and entertain everyone, and he was only trying to be NICE after all!!
I have to admit I probably would have been a
stunning hostess in my two sizes too big comfy sweats and bed head...
Anyone else have sleep issues??
Hugs all,
Paula