I got my wedding shoes! They are very nice. I was going to wait until after we move to get them so there would be less to haul, but I figured it’s easier to absorb the cost now. They weren’t all that expensive, even I cannot believe that some people pay $300 for wedding shoes. I might pay $300 for some really amazing boots, but not for shoes I’m going to wear once that won’t even show under my dress.

Here are my shoes:

I’ve been a sleep maniac lately. Yesterday after work, after scarfing down a delicious George’s cheeseburger, I got really tired. I didn’t even have a beer (which I considered, because George’s cheeseburgers go great with beer). I was just naturally, genuinely tired.

So, since I occasionally enjoy a 20-minute nap around the 6 p.m. mark, I thought I’d have myself one. Then I thought I’d get up, exercise, shower, and be fresh as a daisy in time for the Real World at 9 p.m.

Hah! Take that, plan! When I woke up, it was almost 8:30 p.m. I had little recourse but to just dink around until 9. So…no exercise for me yesterday. But it was a freaking awesome nap.

OK, as the title of this post promises, I’m going to talk about sleep-talking again. When I woke up this morning, I commented to Denny that I had slept like a rock the night before. He said, “Do you remember sitting up in bed and talking?” I said I did not.

Apparently I sat up straight and said, “The problem is, when I’m half asleep I’m afraid someone is going to see me with no pants on.”

Denny said, “Are you asleep right now?”

“Yes. No. I lied.”

Then I went back to sleep.