Bedtime is irrelevent when watching a movie about a traveling bed

Even Oscar needs a nap. Yep, these jeans will do just fine.

 I am so busted tired today, both of us are exhausted, actually.  We drove to Savannah, GA to swap the little red boat for our new little blue boat (I've always wanted a blue boat! - Not that color was a deciding factor, I swear I can put a hold on the little fashionista inside me long enough to make a sound choice about a boat), and we drove through the night again to make it home.  Then neither of us were tired yet, because we were all hyped about the new boat, so we popped in Bedknobs & Broomsticks to fall asleep to... problem is, that damn goofy movie is quite good!  We stayed up fabulously late because we were entertained so well.  We couldn't quite finish the movie though, and at about 4 am we tore ourselves away from it and relented to sleep's embrace.  Now I am close to regretting that decision to stay up for an old Angela Lansbury film, & I really try not to regret anything, so this seems a silly thing to add to the minuscule Regrets column of my life.  Well, chalk it up to this crazy lifestyle, in which watching late night flicks with the one you love is worth a few extra yawns in the AM... and quite possibly all the way through to the PM if my exhaustion keeps it up.

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    Jay just offered me a reprieve from my first mate duties & I get to take a nap if I want to!  Hmmm, maybe I'll throw Bedknobs & Broomsticks back in and see how it ends, instead.