Friday, oy

God, please tell me that I am not dreaming and it really is Friday and I can go home and fall asleep on my couch at 6:45pm if I want and NO ONE CAN STOP ME.

It's been a bit of a long week. The puppies, we've discovered, make up for their lack of limbs (and necks) by being as screechingly loud as possible. My patented Magical Lee Puppy Scheduling Trick has failed miserably. I think it's because they're stupid. I'm sorry, did I say that out loud? I meant: they're just, um, strong-willed... which, let's face it, when you're talking puppy terms is just two skips off of STOOOOPID. I can NOT get these guys on a workable schedule. "Workable" for me means--You sleep when I sleep and you hold your poopies til I am awake enough to take you outside. "Workable" for them means: OMG MOM! ARE YOU SLEEPING? HOW CAN YOU BE SLEEPING, WE JUST WERE SLEEPING TEN MINUTES AGO AND NOW IT IS TIME FOR US TO NOT BE SLEEPING AND INSTEAD WE'RE GOING TO BE CHEWING ON YOUR COUCH NOW AND ATTACKING THE COFFEE TABLE,ARE YOU UP? HUH? HUH? HUH? WHEN ARE YA GONNA BE UP? NOW? IS NOW GOOD? and Oh. My. God. I just want to feed them little bon bons filled with Benadryl so they'll just be sleepy and cuddly for, I dunno, FIFTEEN MINUTES. Is that so much to ask?

It is taking a toll over here. The end result is that I think if I were to have half a glass of wine, I'd probably be in a coma in seconds flat.

Do you have fun weekend plans? I don't, not really. I wanted to go see the new X-Files movie, but the reviews I've seen have been pretty bad and I don't know if I want my X-Files warm fuzzy memories sullied. How 'bout you see it for me and tell me if it's worth the risk.