Mr. Wonderful gets up Monday through Friday at 6am and heads to the gym. As I have mentioned dozens of times before, I abhor anything before 8am. My idea of hell is a 6am workout. There is no need for more than one 6 o’clock in any day.
Usually, as he gets up, Mr. W presses his pillow into the small of my back. I call it the heinie pillow of complete unconsciousness. I’m out for the duration.
I come to about an hour later – driven by the need for caffeine. Yesterday, I was stumbling around the kitchen, making coffee, being my usual evol morning self. Mr. W walked in the kitchen door from workout and started grinning. He irritates the hell out of me, being cheerful, first thing in the morning.
“Oh shut it,” I croaked at him.
“Moar Brains, uggnh, ” he said, pouring himself coffee, “except Zombies have more brain activity than you in the morning.”
All I could do was chug my coffee and hate him for being a cheerful morning person.
Next morning he woke me up with a pat on the arm. He had brought me a cup of coffee and the newspaper.
“Moar brains,” he groaned at me grinning. “Do you think your eyes will be pointing in the same direction by the time I need a ride to metro?”
I am the luckiest person on earth.
I’ve been scurrying around Getting Ready for my trip to Korea and Thailand. My new passport came the other day. SQUEE! Passport #4 has a picture of an old lady – a marked contrast to Passport #1.
I’ve been a lot of places for work and for fun, but I don’t think I’ve ever anticipated any travel as much as this trip. It’s going to be winter in Korea and Heatstroke Central in Thailand. I was fretting about packing. It usually isn’t an issue for me, as I go by the philosophy that there is More at the Store and I can also Do Without.
Then it hit me – I could just box up some summer clothes and mail them to Miss Peg. I wouldn’t have to haul it all over Korea. Moar Brains!
I have lots more news – but for some reason these days, every time I sit down to type I get twitchy. Who knows what's up with that......