I think someone should read us a bedtime story.
The sun has set, not long ago.
Now, everybody goes below,
to take a bath in one big tub
with soap all over--scrub, scrub, scrub.
They hang their towels on the wall,
then find pajamas, big and small.
With some on top, and some beneath,
they brush, and brush, and brush their teeth.
And when the moon is on the rise,
they all go up to exercise.
Then, down once more, but not so fast,
they're on their way to bed, at last.
The day is done. They say goodnight,
the somebody turns off the light.
The moon is high.
The sea is deep.
They rock, and rock, and rock to sleep. The Going to Bed Book
by Sandra Boynton (or at least, what I remember of it).
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However? It's morning for many of us. If that's the case in your part of the world, getcher butt out of bed, and face the day.
Good morning, good morning. We've slept the whole night through. A very good morning, to you.
(Boop boop bee doo)
t tries to face the day, falls flat on face instead
Don't make me boop boop bee doo you again, Theodosia!
TImelies! I booked today as a vacation day so I could finish school work. So free day! What I really must do is clean my apartment, it is dire. But I think I will go out and about for a bit.
Hey Sue, I read your news, last night. Congratulations! Enjoy your day off.
Good morning to you!
Good morning to you!
We're all in our places
with bright shiney faces!
Good morning to you!
I have a lot of home/lifestyle maintenance I really should be doing, but eh. Laundry, cleaning the bathroom, doing the dishes? Fuckit.
My mother used to sing that goddamn song in the morning to get me up. It never had the effect it sings about.
Hey everyone. Congratulations, Sue!
I went to an information session last night for the library school I'm applying to for the fall. I can't believe I'm (probably) going back to school.
I'm watching the Sox/Yankees game on NESN and they have James Taylor on and the commentator says, "I hear you live out west now, James." JT says "Yes, that's true. I live in Lennox, Mass."
You small-y yankees are weird.
Heh. I had to read this a couple of times through before I understood the weirdness. I grew up in Eastern Mass. and now live in Western Mass., and to me the above exchange makes perfect sense.
