Bea screwed up

Every night this week I’ve taken unplanned naps after I’ve come home from work. I’m not entirely sure what my body’s trying to tell me, but I feel it’s something important. Something like, hey – idiot – get some sleep. While I figure it out (and perhaps take another nap), please enjoy those girls who are golden. The first blooper is my favorite because, really, who doesn’t love a little Freudian slip?