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2005-04-07 - 6:42 p.m. A few nights ago I lay ichy and uncomfortable in my bed. I couldn't sleep worth a crap because I had a SUNBURN after 45 minutes in the Houston sun. That said, I was tossing and turning and scratching and PISSED! Had my husband been in my situation I would have tossed his ass into the guest room, but dear Geoff either slept through or tolerated my 3am bed breakdancing. Geoff finally got up at 5:15 to shower and I was still WIDE awake and miserable. Only an hour before I had gotten up and lathered lotion on myself. Instead of soothing my ich/burn it made me more miserable because now I was sticky, ichy, burnt, annoyed, tired, pissed and stuck with that awful sweet lotion smelling crap that had smelled good in the store but AWFUL on my skin! Geoff left the house about 6am and my "condition" hadn't improved... I lept out of bed and got in the shower in hopes the cool water would sooth my burnt flesh. It improved enough so when I got back in bed I wasn't doing the ikki shuffle. I lay there thinking about what a wimp complainer I was. I thought about how the Pope (who had just passed days before) was in "agony" in his last few years and was never heard complaining. Here I am bitching just by reliving it. HOW DID HE DO IT??? Then my mind switched to the ridiculous... I thought about plane rides for some reason. And how you never know who you'll find yourself sitting next to. I had an imaginary conversation with a 16 year old normal type highschool girl. My conversation with this said girl was as follows: Me: Are you flying thru Atlanta or is it your final destination? Her: I'm going to FL...just flying thru Atlanta Me: Really? What part of FL? Her: Naples. Me: You know who you look exactly like? Her: No. Me. Dustin Hoffman! And then I start cracking up. In bed. Sunburnt. Sleepy. Silly. Weird. I finally got my ass out of bed and preceded to call random friends and told them they looked like random people. My rules were...they had to be of the same race, but opposite sex. My other rule was they can't bear even a remote resemblence to the person I say. Okay...I'm f**cking weird. But next time your in the grocery store, tell the young red headed man ringing you up..."I know you get this all the time, but you look just like Ashley Simpson." Weird...but funny. The end. �
Do you hear what I'm sayin'?
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