Rufus and I walked to Starbucks. There, I met a girl who lives solely off the money she makes as a house sitter. She also pays no rent or mortgage. Apparently, she is such a good house sitter that her word-of-mouth popularity allows her to live all year in other peoples' houses. This girl keeps all of her clothes in her minivan and travels around the valley house sitting. She's never had to sleep in her car. Amazing!!
Speaking of house sitters, our favorite house sitter will be here soon, and when I told Rufus, he did a full back flip, followed by a cartwheel.
I would be remiss here if I failed to mention my friend of little sleep. Thinking back over my own experiences with sleep, I recalled a night in high school. I had been up late, studying. When I finally hit the hay, I turned on some tunes on the old tape deck I kept right by my bed. I fell asleep gently to the romantic ballads of Debbie Gibson, but shortly after falling asleep, I woke myself-or rather, my radio antenna awoke me by poking me in the eye. Tired and sleepy teenager that I was, I went back to sleep figuring that whatever happened, I'd deal with it in the morning. I woke up to an eye with a big blood blister where the antenna got me. (And I didn't even do very well on the test!) I hope the same fate doesn't befall my friend who will soon be having sleepless days.
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Is the girl who makes a living house sitting Debbie Gibson. That would be really cool.
It would. I cannot reveal the name of the house sitter. Thanks for reading and commenting. I wish I could remember when I wrote the post about Bon Jovi. It was really good. My references to 80s music and movies remind me of your writing. I think I wrote a post about Debbie Gibson, too, that her music is what I remember of the wonderful time before my husband and I were married. Every night after leaving his house, I would turn on Love Songs on the KOST, and Debbie's tuneful love ballads would accompany me on the lonely drive home in my big, yellow, Caravan.
I'm about to go to sleep, and now I can't get the visual of the blood blister out of my head! And in your eye!! Eye things really weird me out, and right now I'm praising God that you still have your vision. See - nothing good can come of listening to Debbie Gibson. :-P
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