Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep
I reach over and sleepily hit the snooze button.
Groans from both sides of the bed.
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Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep
I reach over and sleepily hit the snooze button.
Groans from both sides of the bed.
Click here to continue
I hate the snooze button, though. I don’t use it, but hubby does, and has been for the entire 25 years of our marriage. IT DRIVES ME NUTS to hear the snooze being pushed for an hour! LOL.
Lovely, Lisa… happiness is. Warm and fuzzy over here.
As I commented back to you, yes to shopping very soon. Let’s set a date! (Even though you’re super slick and already done with your holiday buying…)
Another day in paradise. Wait…is that a great idea for a song title or what?
@ Nat: Luckily HCFG and I are of like minds on the snooze button. 3 or 4 times works well for us both
@ Oob: Thanks! So glad you are feeling it too!
Let’s definitely hit the stores, I’m sure there is SOMETHING I forgot. LOL!
@ Marty: I think so!!!
I want to call your attention to two gems of wisdom in Lisa’s post:
First, dogs are really good at training their humans. I lived for a long time with aggressively opinionated dogs who are pretty direct at telling you what you’re doing wrong, with barks, whimpers, nudging and “herding” moves (especially towards the kitchen at dinner time). It’s pretty obvious to see when you’re being trained.
It took me a while to figure out that Ally is much more subtle but equally effective. Every morning, she positions herself in the exact same spot. And I mean exact. She sticks about 1/3 of her body out past the edge of the bed into the expanse of floor that I must traverse to get to the bathroom. It’s calculated to be the perfect blend between visible enough that I won’t miss her but not so far out in the aisle that I might step on her if I’m groggier than usual. She positions her head so that she’s looking out into the middle distance so she looks like she’s thinking dreamy doggy thoughts, rather than staring forlornly in my direction, as if she’s desperate to get her tummy rubbed.
You see, the point of this “just obtrusive enough” spot is so that she can make it seem like she is the one doing me a favor by allowing me to pet her and thus to gain some measure of needed emotional equilibrium to face my day. Ally enjoys her status as Queen of the Neighborhood, where people constantly come up to us and ask for permission to pet her. Ally is head and shoulders (and tail) above more common dogs who are constantly running up to people and begging for a half-hearted pat on the head or two. So Ally doesn’t want to seem too, too eager for Big Morning Scritchy fun. Of course, since I’ve been to college and have qualified for several major credit cards, my brainpower is sufficient to figure this little game out after just a few short months (or maybe less), so it’s equally fun to say, “Where’s that puppy?” while pretending I don’t see her.
Second, it is wonderful beyond belief to have a delightful morning ritual to start things off with a feeling of togetherness. With Lisa, mornings are more fun than at any other time in my adult life. I’m absolutely not a morning person (I’m expecting Lisa to jump in here and snort, “that’s an understatement!”) but my job requires it. So I normally look on Florence Henderson-Brady Bunch perkiness at 6:15 in the morning as a warning sign that some sort of dangerous mutant pod person is about to try to take over my brain. Lisa is an inveterate morning person who wakes me at 7:30 on many Saturday mornings to show me just how many loads of laundry she’s done since she got up. So the fact that she happily gets up at the same time I do allows us to have a wonderful start to the day.
Almost every morning after our hurling of epithets at the alarm clock followed by Ally’s morning silliness I have a pleasant buzz as I dive in to stoke the fires of the mighty capitalist engines that drive our modern world (deeply sardonic tone of voice here!). At either extreme of the spectrum in my job (banal petty bureaucracy to extreme terror as billions of dollars of clients’ wealth vanish in minutes), I don’t think I could make it through the day without that reservoir of warmth and fuzziness and comfort to draw on.
–HCFG
I hope you get some scratches, too, Lisa.