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I'm workin' on two hours of sleep, so I'm a teensy grump-tastic this gloomy morn. My mustard scarf was the brightest thing in my closest, so I'm hoping it wakes up this tired grandma's eyewinkers. Or maybe, I just want to appear cheery despite the "Look out world, the beast is (unfortunately) awake" sign that is clearly plastered across my fo'head.

I've been takin' extra freelancing gigs to support my shopping addiction, because it's the only thing I love more than a pleasant slumber (note: new purse). Hence, the lack of sleep. God, how awesome would shopping in your sleep be? I'd have visions of ModCloth and Etsy dancing in my head instead of the usual (Ryan Gosling). Then again, maybe not. I'd probabaly have a closet only Lady Gaga could love if I made purchases while catchin' some Zzzzs.

I kinda blame Grahm for my shopping problem. Typical. He's the sweetest and always asks, "Hey lemme see! What'd ya get?" instead of furrowing his manbrows and demanding the (very long) receipt. Maybe that kid needs to put a muzzle on this loose canon of his before we end up selling his wardrobe for food.

Despite my groggy state and my ability to blow through money faster than the Obama administration (I know, I know... I already regret that one), nothing can get me down today! It's Friday. It feels like fall outside. And this weekend I get to see my favorite friend and my favorite football team in Dallas. Fancy that.  

Happy weekend, everyone! Boomer Sooner!