(Could also be titled, Why I Never Blog First Thing in the Morning or I Done Told You I am Not a Morning Person.)
Pretty sure everyone in this house should be up making me coffee and baking me cake right now.
The wee ones have a party at two, and we have to shop for the gifts before, which means I had to set a stupid alarm on my Saturday birthday, which everyone thought was soooo funny last night.
“Gawd Joey, it’s at two. How much sleep do you need?”
I NEED ALL THE SLEEP, THANKS.
Well I’ll have you know when my alarm went off at 11 whatever, NONE OF THEM WERE UP. Pfffft. I ranted in the hall.
It’s really too bad the prompt is pretty. Pretty is as pretty does and well —
I’d do much better with petty. Petty pity party poo.
Imma sit here mad at the world for about 15 more minutes. Sit here and mope into the coffee I made my damn self. Then I’ll go get pretty. Maybe a more pleasant disposition is hiding in my shampoo bottle.