It's 10:43, 13 minutes past when I told myself I would be in bed. But here's the thing: since Dad built The Fence, the sprinkler just sprinkles The Fence and so there are brown spots in the grass. I turned on a sprinkler, the kind attached to a hose, to water a brown spot. Then I went into a TV-induced coma watching VH1's I Love the Millenium 2003. The sprinkler system came on at 10:00 and that's when I remembered that the hose sprinkler was on. However, I couldn't get to the spigot without getting soaked because the sprinkler that sprinkles The Fence was on. Therefore, I had to wait until 10:30 to turn off the spigot, but I got involved in reading blogs, so now it's 10:46 and I can go turn off the spigot.
That's what's happening right now.
Good night!
ps Goodness! I must be tired! Why did I feel the need to write such drivel?
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