There’s something about Sunday afternoon that lulls me into a nap. We went out for a late lunch this afternoon and by 4pm, I was snoring in bed with Ruca at my side and Tuck at my feet. I woke up about 6:45 hearing Rob shooting up things in Half Life. I could never nap when I was younger and now? I fall asleep nearly every Sunday afternoon for a few hours.
Now, regarding the whole Redneck Wedding thing? Rob loves to joke around about it and I’m ready to smother him with a pillow. Watching those episodes is bad enough but to relive the beer can arch and the hot pockets makes me itch all over. Never mind that I’m totally convinced watching that show lowers my IQ every time we watch it. Neither of us has that much IQ to lose.