I. Um. Have a confession to make. I hate mornings. Ok, I take that back. I love staying up way too late, into the morning, like, oh, I don’t know….2 or 3 am. But I hate when the alarm goes off anywhere before 7am. And not just because I stay up way too late, or early. If you want to get technical. I just hate rolling out of my nice cozy bed to say hello to a day that is so unpredictable.
All that is to say – me and my morning grumpiness didn’t do so well on taking pictures. Ha. I did try tho. And earlier this week, when I HAD to be up before 7 (Im one to milk it to the last minute). I took a few pictures. Because it might as well have been worth my trouble, right?
I broke my favorite cup, so have been forced to use this money mug.
“Do you know how helpless you feel if you have a full cup of coffee in your hand and you start to sneeze?”
If there is life before coffee, I dont want to know about it!
And yes, its still dark until about 8 30 or 9 here. Yuck.
“There is no hope for a civilization which starts each day to the sound of an alarm clock.”
Lucky for me I am usually waken up to something like this a few minutes before the alarm. This was around 2 am and she had just gotten her second wind. She was going NUTS digging and trying to get under me. Then the alarm goes off, and she is either out of bed like toast, or growling at me for waking her up.
Shes big on morning hugs too. Have to have that morning hug or her day is ruined. Crazy dogs.
And just for kicks, and because it is SO me:
Good morning everyone!