So about last night...

I think I just might go all Bridget Jones on you now. You know, to lighten the mood (mine) and to prattle on about absolutely nothing. But hey, it's one of those days.

• Hours slept last night: One whole one this morning.
• Jet lag going strong: One immense one.
• Ears in danger of being horribly disfigured by either a doctor or an extraterrestrial being: One (and a half - it's that big)
• Realizations relating to why Van Gogh might have cut off his own ear: A whopper, which I firmly believe must in some way be related to a piercing gone bad.
• Ears still attached to head, however: The standard two (and a half).
• Pages read from John Van de Ruit's Spud - Learning to Fly between midnight and morning: 188, and would have indulged further but had to finally think about sleep at 5am. If you haven't already, rush out NOW and get all of Van de Ruit's Spud books: Spud, Spud - The Madness Continues... and Spud - Learning to Fly. In This Twilight infested world they are good, well-written, and fokken (I shouldn't use that in connection with these books, should I?) funny specimens of teen-literature. 
• Time spent laughing in bed last night: Roughly two hours. Not consecutively though and only at Spud, not in any way at the curled up Hubs, who kept grunting all viking-like in his sleep.
• Time spent being horrified at possible ear surgery in the near future: If it wasn't for Spud, six hours, but because of him, roughly 15 minutes.
• Times the Hubby was poked by someone because of rattling like something made out of tin in something made out of tin: Three
• Times the Hubby was poked by his concerned spouse because he seemed to have stopped breathing: Four. Glad I'm still more afraid of him dying than being annoyed at his man-sounds. 
• Time spent hyperventilating in fear over alien-ear in bed last night: About two minutes, but then hubby would say something really vikingly archaic in his sleep and I would have to giggle.
• Time spent mulling over complete lack of reason in relation to piercing decision: Will never admit to anything. Never. 
• Number of different possible scenarios thought up last night involving mother's reaction to daughter's actions, especially if losing part of daughter's ear becomes a reality: Many, and all of them rather daunting.
• Times pondered whether it would be fair to cut someone's beard while they are fast asleep: Just in passing...
• Time spent cutting a beard with eyes closed this morning: Only some of the time, and there was no blood.
• Time spent ogling at the Spud book and thinking reading it right away seems like a fun thing to do: Current thought. A persuasive thought....

See you again tomorrow. Hopefully with all of my ears still complete and attached.