I am not one to be up late.


It's 11:58.
PM.

That's right. Almost midnight.
And I'm almost 37. Ish.
Ish I wish.
No wonder I have those bags under my eyes.

Normally I'm like .... it's 9:30?! Beeegaaaahe?!?!?! NO WOOOONDER!!!
Tonight it's late.
I'm a total late night Fox with a Daschund, Husband, aaand ... some actual real live foxes in our yard ....
The point is I'm a TOTAL LATE NIGHT FOX. Not to be confused with a silver fox.
Or a cougar.

Pass It On.
(Sidebar, I used to looove that song. I mean. It really only does take a spark to get the fire going.)

It's midnight. Let's just call it.
It's gorgeous outside.
I just watered my plants.
Not PANTS.

PLANTS, people ..... plants.

Plants!
Plants. Mums. Lots of them.

That is sooo not me.

It's so not me to be in bed watching Chelsey Lately *Who ROOOCKS by the way ....
And then be like .... hhhmmm ... think I'll toodle around barefoot and way too bra-less....which I know sounds uber sophisticated and totes sexy but really isn't. Just imagine me in my pajamas (A Wonder Woman Costume sans headband) watering plants.

My point is:
The weather is so beautiful.
The breeze is so nice.
It's almost Autumn, but not quite.
It's heaven in my back yard.

Why not dance a bit to one's own song?
I did.
And no, you can't see my moves. Or hear the words.

But just for the record, they're awesome.