My mom was an oh what a beautiful morning person. or a throw the dog in the bed person. But there is no good way to wake me up. Best way seems to be music half an hour
before I have to move.
ION, has anyone seen my calm or equilibrium around? I really need it.
Right!? My one has brought me coffee in bed, which is truly lovely, but I've done the same for him. My dad both doesn't drink coffee and gets up really early. Perfect!
I have never had a significant relationship with anyone who drinks coffee. Which is odd.
Happy Birthday, MM! May you finally perfect that robot army you've been working on.
Happy Birthday, Miracle Man!!!
Strawberries with cream cheese dip:
{{{Erin}}} I'm so sorry about the sleep problem. I know how difficult it can be when you don't have one of the socially acceptable reasons why you need to miss work. Take care.
I'm sorry about the insomnia, Erin. Fie on stubborn pharmacists!
I made a huge Oriental Trading order yesterday, so we'll be set for a while once it comes.
Oriental Trading Co. is dangerous. And they let me order stuff at one of the group homes, because I will do crafts with the residents. Just in case you were wishing it weren't so prohibitively expensive to get fleece blanket kits from them - their fleece is god-awful cheap. It pulls out of shape and is not always cut evenly.
Note to self: When you're craving chocolate chip cookies, Nabisco 100 Calorie Packs Chips Ahoy! Thin Crips baked chocolate chip snacks is a poor substitute.
My dad would snap on the lights and bark "Get up!" in his master sergeant's voice. It was a horribly unpleasant way to get woken up. From deep sleep to sitting upright, adrenaline coursing in my veins with no transition.
Contrastingly, my college girlfriend, Suz, would come down to my dorm room and gently waggle my foot back and forth so we could go to our Shakespeare class. Most pleasant.
Probably better one's Father do the first than the second though...
Probably better one's Father do the first than the second though...
Yeah, that would've been creepy. There are mornings where I I have to literally drag Emmett out of bed. Since his bed is fairly high off the floor, I just drag him until his legs are touching the ground.