Mama's out of gas...

Buttercup's asleep and I am so ready to hit la-la land, it ain't even funny. Strange, considering I usually hit the hay around 3 a.m. Perhaps my body is telling me that I need to join reality for once and try that over-rated 8 hours of sleep thing?
I was going to do 10 random things about me cuz I'm stuck on myself, and cuz I got tagged. Again. Only this time it was legitimate (no pity---thanks Carrie!).
So I was gonna do it tonight, but the papercut on my finger is turning Supermom into Superbitchycrybaby. So I may have to wait until tomorrow to participate.
Don't worry, Michelle, I'll get to ya. I promise!