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"Good Morning To You, Good Morning To You....

Were all in our places with bright shining faces. Good Morning to you! Good Morning to You"
I rolled over this morning, looked at my alarm clock and thought I saw 5:46 glaring back at me. I normally rise, shine and give God the glory at 5:30 and Rand repeats the process at 6:00. I ran into the bathroom to partake in a speedy morning ritual of dental care, hair care, facial color, putting on my clothing and accessorizing myself. I then opened the bathroom door and thought, “Why is Rand still lying there with no sign of life?” I looked at the clock and it was 12:14! I woke him up and said “Did the power go off?” He was not yet giving God the glory and said “No! What is your deal?” I said, "Dude, I am SO dressed for work and it is only 12:14?!” He laughed at me as much as he could, being half asleep. I then went through my evening ritual to get ready for bed again, minus the shower. I am in awe at myself. It was so weird. I felt a bit insane for about a half hour until I fell off into a deep sleep. After all that, I did not wake up until 6:09. It is on mornings like these that I am so glad my Mama is not waking me up to "Good Morning to you..." while opening my blinds and then splashing water in my face. I miss a lot about childhood, but that ain't one of them...I can assure you. Wow, what an insane morning at my house.

Comments

Emily said…
That story made me laugh out loud...hope tomorrow morning goes better!
Mandy said…
That is hilarious! I've done that before- without the completely getting ready!
Sisters said…
You're too funny!
Julie
Mandy said…
Abby- I hit my snooze this morning, and was laying there thinking how wonderful the extra 9 minutes had been. Then I rolled over, looked at the clock, and it was 7:05!!!! Guess I turned it off instead of hitting snooze....

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