What do you do when you can't sleep? First, let's get one thing straight: I HAVE NO TROUBLE SLEEPING. I am an excellent sleeper. If sleeping was a sport, I would be professional level, baby. But THEY don't sleep which means I don't sleep . NOT EVER, unless, of course, it's one of those rare occasions where they actually stay over at Grandma's and sleep all night for her. And she loves to brag about it and I
Tonight, they're not sleeping, so I'm not sleeping. I'm surfing the web. I clicked on a picture of Justin Timberlake. I never thought much of him. I didn't go crazy for boy bands. 'NSYNC was stupid. Backstreet? No thanks. The women JT (this makes me giggle for entirely unrelated reasons) dated in the early years were sleazy. I had no interest. But I clicked on a recent picture and it was hot. HOT. I had to find out how/when this happened.
Remember this? The year was 2000. And this was so not hot.
Then there was this. 2001. Dear lord, no.
Fast forward to 2006. Still looking a little creepy. The hat needs to go.
2007...come on already. End the love affair with the hat, man.
Oh wait, what's this? 2009. Motherlover, you say? Hmmm.
2012. The hat no longer bothers me. In fact, he sports it well.
Suit and Tie? What? What is this? Yes. Yes. YES! YES!! YES!!! Oh, 2013, you are so beautiful.
And that, folks, is how I passed the time waiting for the boys to go to sleep. Oh my. Who can sleep now?