This morning I woke up and I could feel/hear this little miniature marching band having practice in my head. It wasn't quite light out yet, but the alarm on my cell phone went off...and of course it was under my pillow so I felt like the noise was coming from somewhere in my own head. I snoozed the sucker, but as much as I rolled around and tried to get comfortable...the little marching band kept on practicing and I had to get out of bed.
Now I am not the best morning person to be around. I need a few minutes to adjust myself to the world before I am anywhere near nice. And I am not joking. Ask my family, friends....or just ask Perry...he could tell you lots of fun stories of what happens when my slumber is disturbed. I just detest being woken up. Period. I am a horrendous, snarling, mean bed monster and I can't deny it. So this little marching band in my head was really starting irk me.
But it was my own fault. Last night Perry had class in Wausau and I was sort of excited to have the house to myself and have absolutely no where that I had to be. I came home and started doing laundry, dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, etc. Our house had disintegrated into a human sty of crap and I was trying to bring it back to livable conditions. I made a can of Spaghetti-Os for dinner (I know! Spaghetti-Os! I ate them so much in college I never wanted to see them again...but my mom gave me a can last Saturday and it was a nice, yummy trip down memory lane for me)...and I also saw this bottle of wine in my fridge.
See, I have the hardest time leaving leftovers in my fridge too long, or seeing ketchup bottles that are 3/4 empty, or a milk jug that has about a cup left in it. I feel like these items take up unnecessary space in my fridge. I don't know why, but I like to consolidate, pour, move, etc. small amounts of stuff into little containers so it doesn't take up space in my fridge. For some reason...I like it when my fridge looks sparse and compartmentalized. Well, this bottle of wine was huge...it was one of the gigangumous bottles that takes four people to drink. Allison had brought it a few weeks ago and we put a huge dent in it while watching/singing to Mamma Mia! before going out for sushi. We never finished it and it has just been sitting in my fridge, with a glass or two left in it (or so I thought)...just taking up space and taunting me.
So I finished it last night...and there were more than two glasses...I really didn't estimate the contents very well...but I HAD to finish it and get that huge bottle off my bottom shelf. So I drank it while I cleaned, ate Spaghetti-Os, and watched Bones & The Office...and by the time Perry called to tell me he was on his way home...I was tipsy. Okay. I was probably legally drunk. But I was at home in my jammies, in a cleaner house, belly full of Spaghetti-Os...and just content. And GIGGLING! I was laughing and being silly and I was all by myself...I kept calling Perry, talked to my sister, and even had a nice giggly chat with my brother-in-law. Meanwhile, Kairo got an earful of all my cell phone rings as I went through them all to find a new ones to assign to various contacts. I don't think Maggie even moved off her bed or frankly cared what I was doing...I think she was just trying to block out the horrific experience of the vacuum cleaner noise.
When Perry got home I was down right chirpy, bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed...talking a mile a minute. And then I crashed as soon as we put a movie on...and then my morning began...with the insane little marching band...and my slight headache.
And to think, I will probably be waking up the next two mornings in Appleton...with a whole UW marching band doing their 5th quarter performance in my head.
Now I am not the best morning person to be around. I need a few minutes to adjust myself to the world before I am anywhere near nice. And I am not joking. Ask my family, friends....or just ask Perry...he could tell you lots of fun stories of what happens when my slumber is disturbed. I just detest being woken up. Period. I am a horrendous, snarling, mean bed monster and I can't deny it. So this little marching band in my head was really starting irk me.
But it was my own fault. Last night Perry had class in Wausau and I was sort of excited to have the house to myself and have absolutely no where that I had to be. I came home and started doing laundry, dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, etc. Our house had disintegrated into a human sty of crap and I was trying to bring it back to livable conditions. I made a can of Spaghetti-Os for dinner (I know! Spaghetti-Os! I ate them so much in college I never wanted to see them again...but my mom gave me a can last Saturday and it was a nice, yummy trip down memory lane for me)...and I also saw this bottle of wine in my fridge.
See, I have the hardest time leaving leftovers in my fridge too long, or seeing ketchup bottles that are 3/4 empty, or a milk jug that has about a cup left in it. I feel like these items take up unnecessary space in my fridge. I don't know why, but I like to consolidate, pour, move, etc. small amounts of stuff into little containers so it doesn't take up space in my fridge. For some reason...I like it when my fridge looks sparse and compartmentalized. Well, this bottle of wine was huge...it was one of the gigangumous bottles that takes four people to drink. Allison had brought it a few weeks ago and we put a huge dent in it while watching/singing to Mamma Mia! before going out for sushi. We never finished it and it has just been sitting in my fridge, with a glass or two left in it (or so I thought)...just taking up space and taunting me.
So I finished it last night...and there were more than two glasses...I really didn't estimate the contents very well...but I HAD to finish it and get that huge bottle off my bottom shelf. So I drank it while I cleaned, ate Spaghetti-Os, and watched Bones & The Office...and by the time Perry called to tell me he was on his way home...I was tipsy. Okay. I was probably legally drunk. But I was at home in my jammies, in a cleaner house, belly full of Spaghetti-Os...and just content. And GIGGLING! I was laughing and being silly and I was all by myself...I kept calling Perry, talked to my sister, and even had a nice giggly chat with my brother-in-law. Meanwhile, Kairo got an earful of all my cell phone rings as I went through them all to find a new ones to assign to various contacts. I don't think Maggie even moved off her bed or frankly cared what I was doing...I think she was just trying to block out the horrific experience of the vacuum cleaner noise.
When Perry got home I was down right chirpy, bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed...talking a mile a minute. And then I crashed as soon as we put a movie on...and then my morning began...with the insane little marching band...and my slight headache.
And to think, I will probably be waking up the next two mornings in Appleton...with a whole UW marching band doing their 5th quarter performance in my head.
2 comments:
Darn Skippy! And the best 5th quarter marching band show ever! See you in a few hours! Take some asprin.
You crazy little lush. I am so jealous:-)
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