What time is it?

After a nice dinner with The Hubby last night of In The Raw sushi and 2 cosmos I was ready for bed last night. I actually made it to the last 5 minutes of The Fashion Show, just in time to see who was leaving then it was off to sand land for me. The next thing I knew the television was off but the one in the living room was still blaring and the lights were on. I thought The Hubby was nice getting this morning and didn't wake me. I laid in bed looking at the glow in the hallway and made myself wake up to get on with the day. I got up, walked to the bathroom by the clock and then ... WAIT... what time is it...2:22 a.m. What the HELL! I went on to the bathroom then trodded into the living room to find The Hubby snoring away on the couch with the television, on an infomercial. I turned the TV down, cranked the lights to very low and went back to bed. The bad thing was that I had worked to wake myself up so it was over an hour before I could drop off again. Man, when the TV/alarm went off I was not ready. Yet, here I am up and running. B is out of town this weekend, left yesterday. She and her friend are set up at the Woody Guthrie Festival to sell their wares of Sheezkrafty. This is a special time for her as four years ago she met B2 or as she calls the man, The Mister. I have worked a bunch this week but that is okay as it is the first of the month and there is a lot to do.

I took the entire day off Wednesday to work on my next painting. I had to decide what I wanted to do. I drew for nearly 3 hours and think I've got it, I hope. What do you think.