98

quick word association game
98 degrees boy band
98.6 degrees Fahrenheit
98 one less than 99
98 bottles of fanta on the wall
98 ways to pick your nose
98 "NY152...152...152 people who thinks he looks like clark gable...152 people who thinks he looks like a clark bar"
*if you can name that movie you either are awesome or have lived with me for many years and were therefore forced to watch it approximately 98 times

Fun times, well, the real 98 came up because this is my 98th post on this here blog and we're gonna celebrate. Why wait till 100, that's what everyone celebrates, the century mark. Dori here is an innovator; she's two steps ahead of the crowd. She's...well, she's special:)

Really, I just didn't want to give up and go to bed...it's funny babies do the same thing. They get all whiny and fussy and their eyes are so heavy they can barely keep them open; yet, they fight off sleep like it's trying to get a bite of their chocolate cake. (I know babies can't eat cake, but it's an analogy) Me, whiny, fussy, no way! I simply fight through, curl up on the couch, sit with a book or in this case computer and go until my better judgement gets ahold of me. Yeah, so my eyelids get heavy and I can barely keep them open, but apparently I look like that some days anyway so what's the difference...the difference I tell you is in my voice. That's the tell tale sign. I can never fake it. My man voice comes out past the hour of 11 or 12 and doesn't go away until I've been up for approximately 1 hr and had my Jesus breakfast date. Let's be honest, it's not pretty before then. Don't worry I warn roommates of this phenomenon and I'll probably have to give the Africa group a heads up too, though on trips and in the not everyday routine it's not as bad.
Well, now that you know, good night. The eye lids are winning.