Okay, an account of my weekend is coming, but I need sleep first. But one thing happened that I have to blog or I will forget it.

The Spud asked me today why I seemed so awake and lively at church. I told him I was faking it since I had a couple of jobs to do. After church we get home and I’m dragging. My eyes as we speak are heavy and I will be laying down to sleep very shortly.

However, as we get out of the car and head to the apartment, the Spud notices I’m dragging and asks me if I’m no longer faking. I reply that yes, I’m done faking and now I’m going to die.

He sort of anxiously replies, “You don’t mean really die?” and I say,”No, but I’m going to simulate it real well.”

To which he replies, “Well, as long as you cook dinner I’m okay with it.”

*Chuckles* Stinker.

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