Hella Stella

Dudes, I am so tired.

My crazy month of overtime wasn't supposed to start until this weekend, but I've already had to stay late several times this week and last. I can't imagine a month of this. Ugh.

I'm just checking in before I go to sleep. It's been a while since I've talked about my BH's adorable sleep-talking, so here's a new installment. He's passed out next to me on the couch, and roused himself for a second to say, "You're cute." When I asked for clarification (to determine if he was really awake) he said "mustard saaaaauce."

So.

I'm cute like mustard sauce. Good to know. As an enthusiastic home cook, I think I'm actually a bit pleased by this.

Morty is also talking in his sleep, passed out on my BH's legs, but I can't tell you what he's saying. It sounds like a bulldog muttering loudly with his lips closed. Basically. You know the sound?

I just made a killer pizza with homemade dough, and a kick-ass banana bread that I spiked with pumpkin. Probably the best banana bread I've made, ever.

And.... That's all I've got.

Off to dream land, bloggy folks.

Love,
Mustard