Did She Take the Deal?

I had two Arbitrations in two days. It was crazy, and let me just say that I am not as young as I used to be. I know this because a mere 5 years ago while in Law School, I could routinely pull an all nighter several nights in a row during finals and be fine...nay, I was at my BEST after an all nighter. I ate pressure for breakfast. The night was my mistress, and all I needed was a two hour afternoon nap. That's how I rolled back then.

Now, after working until 11pm two nights in a row and rising at 5:30 two mornings in a row...I feel, ummmm....well....what is the diametric opposite of invigorated? I felt like I wanted to throw-up and my head was pounding. Advil had become my mistress, and I needed to crash into a coma like sleep for approximately 24 hours. Because, my friends, apparently THAT is how I roll now.

So on the third day, I left work victorious and tired. I got home around 6 and was in the arms of my husband by 6:01. By 6:03, my husband was asking me how to use the TiVo to record the Flyer's playoff game.

Needless to say, I set up the TiVo for him and retired around 8:00 to the bedroom where I was all set to enjoy Deal or No Deal and then watch Pickler get booted from American Idol. I told him to come visit me and promised to intercom him with the play by play analysis of Deal/No Deal and the bootee of American Idol.

By 8:20 I was asleep. Not only did I not get to see who was voted off Idol, I have no idea if that greedy lady took the deal or not. Interestingly, the next morning while we were driving into work, I asked my husband if he came up to check on me at all, if he noticed what time I had fallen asleep...and he replied:

"I knew when I didn't hear a peep out of you after 8:30, that you were asleep. You didn't intercom me, didn't come down to see me, didn't yell to me...Never called out who was voted off American Idol. The silence gave you away."

I asked "Ohhh, baby, I'm sorry. I was just so tired. Did you miss me?"

And while looking into the distance wistfully with a huge grin on his face, as if remembering a happier time, my husband said "What? Ohhh...yeah, I missed you. I did, it was horrible."

And I have to say...I don't think I believe him.