I'd love to tell you what I did over the weekend, but I can't really explain it, myself.

I have no idea where the time went.

On Saturday, I went to a luncheon with my dad and had my life flash before me, and later in the day, I came down with the Club Penguin Sleeping Sickness.

I sat down on the guest room floor to (yet again) watch Busy play Club Penguin, and the next thing I knew Busy Dad was waking me up from said floor.

I dragged my ass upstairs and slept 4 more hours.

I NEVER nap during the day, it just makes me feel gross.

I have no idea what that was about.

Sunday was spent serving the pissy minions in the manner to which they've become accustomed, but I may have had a part in that.

The day was all fun and games until Busy Boy thought it was a good idea to pour canned cat food over Busy Girl's head.

Then the real games began.

Otherwise, I can't explain what happened the past 48 hours or so.

Man, the definition of a "lost" weekend sure has changed with age.