So, um, I posted last week about how I've got a bed time now. And that I get a reprieve for Saturday nights.
Well, last night was Saturday night so I knew I could stay up to watch Saturday Night Live provided that I was in bed by midnight. And I sorta watched SNL. I mean, it was on in the background. While I talked on the phone. Until about 12:55 am. And while I was sitting on my bed, I wasn't exactly in bed (whoever knew that prepositions could be so important?). Or even ready for bed. Indeed, I didn't actually make it into bed with the lights out until 1:15 am.
"Right. I have to have a think about your punishment," A. said to me tonight on the phone with that stern, British accent of his.
So tonight I'll be going to bed at 12 am sharp. And wondering about what my punishment is going to be.
Gulp.
