I'm an idiot.

Okay, let me preface this story by saying that I was on 3 hours of sleep yesterday. Ever since Carter has been on the breathing treatments for his RSV, he has not slept through the night. Apparently Albuterol is a stimulant and makes baby's hyper. It's now the devil. Yeah, yeah... I'm glad it's helping Carter feel better... but at 2am, 3am, 4am, oh-and 5am... it's the devil.

Now, "on with the chlorophyll"... {movie?}

Yesterday afternoon Kacy and I headed to The Bank {I'm not kidding, that's the name of "the bank"} straight from work. I just needed to cash a check, so we went through the drive thru. I signed the check, put it in the holder and sent it on it's way. We waited for like 3-4 mins (while a group of 4 teenagers stared at us from the next lane...ugh.) The bank teller finally came on and this is how our conversation went:

Teller: Can I please have your street name?
Me: Excuse me?
Teller: Your street name?
Me: ::::blank stare:::
Teller: :::waiting::::
Me: :::looking over at Kacy::: I don't understand what she's asking.
Kacy: Your street name, Jenn, like your address. What do you think she means... your street name... like yo, yo, yo J-Zizzle.
Me: :::dies laughing:::

Yeah, so...I need more sleep.

Love,
J-Zizzle