Sleeping is for wimps

I haven't been blogging this week because I've been up to my eyeballs in deadlines. I've slept maybe five hours since Monday. You know it's deadline time when you email your editor at 2 a.m. and he emails you right back. I have two interviews and another story to write tomorrow and then I'm done until next week.

Julia has become a Southern Baptist. At least on Wednesday nights. She's going to Awana at Geyer Springs Baptist, which is a big old honkin' church between here and Little Rock. Awana is kind of like Scouts except it is Christ-focused and co-ed. They wear little vests that they can sew badges onto. I wonder if they can earn a badge for "praying Jesus into your heart?" Hmmm... Anyway, several of Julia's friends from school are in Awana and Julia seems to really like it.

I just ordered our Christmas cards online from you-know-where. It was the easiest thing in the world and I just need to pick them up tomorrow. Which means I won't need to make up a reason to go to Target this week.

I was going to ask for a new toaster for Christmas because ours is from our wedding shower 13 years ago. But Chad said that was pathetic so I'm asking for a new comforter set instead. I tend to agonize over these decisions so I may post a few I like and let you guys vote on them.