Yeah, that post time is correct. It’s 3 in the morning and I’m sitting here pumping out this drivel. what’s up with that? Like, don’t I have anything better to do? I mean, my beautiful wife is downstairs sleeping. Dude, she’s been asleep for hours, and I’ve been up here setting up this lame-o blog-site. Indeed.

It’s true, I’m a girl married to a girl. Who knew… What’s the world come to? In all fairness, we’re both pretty hot (femmey, girly, dressy, lipstick types…) And did I mention that we’re madly in love with each other?

My wife (I call her Peaches) and I are starting blogs because her daughter and grandson have started blogs… and we just want to play too. We have no plan with these blogs other than to have fun… and be random.

Have I mentioned that I’m an insomniac? It isn’t that I can’t sleep. If I put my head down, I’m asleep within seconds, without fail anytime of day or night. I just can’t get myself to lay down. There’s always too many things to get done… And I’m afraid I might miss something. What do I do all night? I read books. I answer emails. I write to my 6 pen pals. (Can you believe it? I have 6 pen pals that I actually write letters to! Yeah, I mean snail mail letters. My pen pals are all women in prison, but that’s a whole different blog!) Sometimes I turn on the tv. I typically sleep 2 to 4 hours every night. For real. And I’m not tired. I don’t get tired during the day. I sit at a desk and stare at a computer all day for a living, and I really don’t get tired even though I barely sleep. I guess I’m just built that way.

But it’s late, and tomorrow is family day. Peaches and I are going to pick up her daughter and grandson and we’re either going to the forest or to the Portland Rose Garden (depending on how hot the afternoon gets) to hang out and snap pictures. Plus I need to wash my hair in the morning. (Ummm, okay, later this morning.) Besides, I’m ready to go get my snuggle time in with Peaches. (I love that woman!)

Peaches and I like to haiku at each other. (Actually, I’ve been the only flinging haiku at her lately; she’s totally slacking.) I’m going to pull a lame haiku out of my neocortex before I close.

Sweetly soft snoring
Down the stairs, my love, my life;
My lips in her hair.

Peace!