Hi folks. Yesterday started great -- I made yeasted waffles for the first time. It turns out they really are that much tastier than regular waffle batter. But the day devolved by the afternoon. So much for father's day.
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It turns out that when you stagger around in a rage shutting off your alarms and then for some reason go back to bed, you will be late for work.
Independently verified.
This Monday is chock full of Tino, it seems.
Which is why, besides having an alarm clock, I have the alarm on my Fitbit set as a drop-dead, you must get the fuck out of bed or else. It's also a reminder, when I get up on time, to get out of the comfy chair and into the shower.
I was also late. I hit snooze every 10 minutes from 5 am - 8 am. I don't know what possesses me to do that. I should not have gone back to bed at 4am when I woke up.
ETA: What I really need is for someone to yell at me until I get up, I think. I don't even get up if the cat is poking me and meowing.
Ginger, is it okay if I share your confederate flag FB post on my page?
Yes, Lee. It's one of the rare posts I made public.
Thanks!
Just to add to the joy of the weekend, a vet appointment for Chumley involved words like 'palliative' and pretty much the vet outright said that there's little point in heroic measures. So we're pretty much in Kitty Hospice mode now.
Aw, Theo, I'm sorry. That's so hard.