There are lots of things floating around in my fuzzy brain. The boys are in bed, the TIVO is catching us up on the week, and Derek made himself a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. I am an AWESOME wife.
Proof of my fuzzy brain:
While trying to write thank you notes from Christmas (yes, I'm slow, and I know it), I could not, for the life of me, remember what one particular relative had gotten me for Christmas. It wasn't THAT long ago, and I couldn't remember.
So, I called ALL of my sisters. None of them could remember what I'd been given. And well, two of them couldn't remember what THEY had been gifted either.
Finally, with the great powers of deduction I...er... my husband possesses, we figured it out.
Saddest part of this story, it took an HOUR.
Friday Night fuzzy-brain. That's me, folks.