I swear, sometimes it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed. Last night I went to bed rather late, since Eldest was practicing her Parade and March stuff for ROTC in the kitchen, and right as I fell asleep I got an anxiety attack, so I laid in bed waiting for an hour for it to subside, thinking stupid existentialistic crap that probably solved the world’s problems, but I promptly forgot after dreaming about narwhals. Why narwhals? Because Eldest had been talking about them a couple of days ago. Crap like that just lies in wait to assault my REMs.
This morning I got up, and tripped over the little dog as I made my way with one eye open to the coffeemaker. You would think I could not screw that up, right? But noooo…. instead of creamer I poured lemon juice into my cup of coffee, not looking because A) the bottles are similar in color and size, and 2) the dog was barking to be let out. I’m hiding the bottle of lemon juice in the back of the fridge from now on.
So, I have my second cup with creamer, just in time to Skype with Hubby. YAY!! So, we talk about stuff going on over there and soon enough we are all, “Oh I miss you honey!” and “I miss you too!” and then we talk of how some stuff over there is so weird and suddenly for no reason I say:
I know! I just don’t understand why they (Muslims) would want 72 virgins. I mean, that just doesn’t make sense to me. I would rather have 72 hookers. They would know what they are doing, right?
And Hubby just looks at me with a lot of pity, because that part of the conversation had absolutely nothing to do why we miss each other. Or maybe it did, and I missed it. All I know is that today is a three pot of coffee day and I am soooo going to have a nap.
December 2nd, 2011 at 10:33 AM
I can totally relate to the no speaking before coffee rule. I normally consume at least half a pot before hubby is up. It takes about that much for me to be not only coherent but also to be nice…..
December 2nd, 2011 at 10:45 AM
See my input over on H&B.
December 2nd, 2011 at 10:47 AM
HA! I did 🙂
December 2nd, 2011 at 1:18 PM
Am having my morning brew. 🙂 Yes, I realize it’s 1300…but morning is a relative term, I believe. Coffee is my friend too! At least you didn’t get creamer AND lemon juice…
As for the hookers…I think I’d rather have 71 cabana boys to bring my drinks, fan me, and feed me grapes and 1 of unlimited stamina for all the rest of my needs! 😛
BTW, I miss you both! We need to come visit!!!
December 2nd, 2011 at 5:59 PM
Never been able to drink coffee. Mountain Dew on the other hand…
What these terrorists really need is 72 slaves to give them a proper bath so they don’t smell like camel shit! Maybe Obama could start a program… lord knows we waste our tax dollars on worse things!
December 2nd, 2011 at 6:07 PM
Water cannons are cheaper 😉
December 3rd, 2011 at 7:41 PM
Lemon juice in your coffee? Classic! 😀
I usually have my deepest conversations when my brain is tired. Or, worse yet, when I’m on painkillers…