Crash.

14 hours.
3 Venti Starbucks Mocha's (with double shot)
4 bottles of water
10 other scrapbookers

and... drum roll please... 9 yes 9 scrapbook pages! Folks this is somewhere near a miracle, because I never get that many done. I am very proud. I was able to to the whole Drew Davis Band Concert from this summer, some of myself, and Dong.

I made a new friend, we shall call her Batz Maru, we exchanged phone numbers we hit it off so well. She was born in this state, then moved to Hawaii most of her life, then went to college in Nebraska (?) and back here again. But she's Mexican. So I have a new friend who is a very honest, sarcastic, funny, Hawaiian, Nebraskan, Mexican. Pretty cool.

Ah and the bad part of my all night parting ways... the crash... to much coffee makes me poop, and the dogs were barking when I got in. So in between taking ALL of my stuff from the truck, down to the art room, then pooping, talking to Aerial (she was getting ready for work) then taking care of the dogs, pooping, blogging, and now more pooping and off to bed.

I will be sleeping as much as I want the beloved Gramma and Grampa Mc are taking my monkeys until tomorrow! Wee! A free day. Maybe even a haircut. Mohawks grow fast!

So off to bed with me, night night.