Feeling punchy

I am thinking about going to bed, but instead my mind insists on creating things that greatly amuse me. This has been happening on and off for the past few days. I think of these really great things to write down ( mostly while in the car, mind you) and then, when I come inside, nada.

Let's see, the topics are ( as I remember them) being in love with a mountain ( I was ruminating on how looking at Pikes Peak makes me happy) Commenting on every post I see in Facebook ( this is a great deal of restraint for me not to do so) The ideal banter of a man asking me out ( the more sarcastic, but not mean the better. This one had me sold on the drive from Castle Rock to the Springs. If a guy ever manages to recreate that most awesome scenario, I'm gonna be one happy lady :-) ) Oh and the topper.... after flying Delta this round and having those _awesome_ Biscoff cookies as the snack..... I actually went on line and bought some. OMG!!! How freakin sad is that??? Well, I'll be happy when I get the cookies anyway. ( super big grin as I type)

I bought fans today as my condo is not air conditioned. ( A situation which will take a year or two and a couple thousand dollars to remedy. Eh, it's only water weight.) Anyway, fans are bloody expensive. I purchased four - 3 large and one small - and we aren't even talking the cadillacs of fans now, and the bill was over $100. Target cheap???? Kiss my ass. Should have gone to Wal_Mart. Anyway, at least they are doing the job. The one is oscillating now in front of me as I type. Ah.........

And again, I laugh and I have nothing. It's like being drunk without having drunken anything. High on life I suppose :-)