Can I just tell you how boring my life is? Read on, my pretties.

So D rouses me from fitful sleep about 4:15 a.m. Yes, that's right - 4:15 a.m. It's still dark outside and everything. I throw on the same sweatpants and sweatshirt I was wearing yesterday, stumble to the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth and braid my hair before heading downstairs. I throw together a little bag of goodies - bottle of water, apple, peanut butter, plastic knife, baggie of dry cereal, box of raisins, book - put on my coat and follow D out the door to our chariot, a Ryder truck. Then I live the glamorous life for the next eight hours, assisting D on his job - listening to Howard Stern on the radio, dozing during commercials, reading my book, marking items off lists, etc.

Our big fun for the day? Eating lunch at the best Mexican restaurant in all of Columbus (the veggie burrito is delish). After that, we head to D's storage unit to replenish the supply on the Ryder before returning home. Immediately, D hits the sack for a long-anticipated nap. I prep the beans that have been sitting overnight - drain them, add more water and ham then set to simmer for three hours. I read more of my book before drifting off for my own afternoon nap.

The stove timer brings me downstairsat 6:00 p.m. I add garlic, chili powder, salt, pepper and onion to the bean soup and let it simmer for another half hour. D stumbles down ten minutes later and we chat a bit before the soup is ready (it's delish as well). I drink wine, D sticks with H2O. He washes the dishes, I dry. He retreats upstairs to his computer and TV and the kitty and I stay downstairs, watching Joey, Will & Grace, and The Apprentice. I finish my book with the cat on my lap and an almost empty wine bottle beside me (oops). After watching the evening news, I went upstairs, peed, brushed and flossed, logged on to check email and my fave journals and am now writing this missive.

Yeah. I know. Riveting. I'm sorry to have subjected us both to that recounting. Alas, tomorrow will be a duplicate, although it's D's last day at this current job, so the Ryder and the 4:00 a.m. wake up calls will soon be a thing of the past. But then that just means we're BOTH unemployed.

Good times.