the boy is...

up!! oh frabjous day, caloo calay... we chortle in our joy! (with apologies to lewis carroll)

okay, so "up" isn't quite the truth, apparently the boy never went to bed. as far as i've been able to assertain, he's got a theory about changing his sleeping habits, which goes a little something like this: since i haven't been getting up before 5pm i'm thinking it's because i don't ever go to bed before 6am. maybe if i stay up all day i'll get tired/go to bed at a reasonable/normal time and voila! i'll get up at a normal/reasonable time! kind of hard argue with such great logic, wouldn't you agree? now mom actually has another plan to get the boy out of bed when the rest of the movers and shakers are shaking and moving. her sister (aka dr. terri, who is veryveryvery smart) told her about something she saw on dr. phil (who is apparently veryvery smart, too, but who mommy thinks is a little too full of himself for her taste which is why she won't watch him--or oprah, for that matter, but who asked...) called the sleeptracker watch, which is supposed to... track... sleep. how this works i haven't a clue, but, according to their website, sleeptracker.com:

Introducing the Revolutionary SLEEPTRACKER®
Waking up has never been easier.Say goodbye to blurry mornings - wake up alert and energetic everyday with SLEEPTRACKER® continuously monitors signals from your body that indicate whether you are asleep or awake. Because you wear SLEEPTRACKER® on your wrist like a watch, its internal sensors can detect even the most subtle physical signals from your body. SLEEPTRACKER® finds your best waking moments, so that waking up has never been easier

apparently waking up has never been easier. doesn't that sound interesting? doesn't that sound unbelievably fabulous/ amazing/ miraculous??? i guess it did to mom, since she ordered one of these devices not two seconds after she got off the phone with her sister, at the hefty-tho'-if-it-works-quite-reasonable price of $149.95 (plus shipping and handling). but, as they say, the proof is in the pudding... and since the pudding has yet to arrive, much less be placed on nite-owl boy's wrist, much less tested out, much less... what was i saying? oh yeah! i guess we'll see when we see. (even if it doesn't work its wake-up magic, hopefully it will still tell time...)

bobo and max are sitting in the backyard up on the hill, looking longingly through the fence (at what i couldn't say, since there's not a whole hell of a lot to see out there... unless the deer are tromping past the stream again, in which case bobo and max would be proclaiming their displeasure loudly and with great zeal), the boy is now plopped on the couch watching wedding crashers (funnier 'n shit is the way mommy and daddy describe it to no one in particular)...

speaking of "crashing"... this seems like a good time for me to take a nap. all this writing wears me out.

"When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, Did you sleep good? I said No, I made a few mistakes." ~ Steven Wright