Friday, January 30, 2009

Alarms, dishes, and Dave.

So I woke up this morning, surprised that it was still earlier than my alarm time of 7:20, and looked at my phone which read: 8:07. WHAT THE HELL. I use my phone as an alarm, and it says the alarm is on, so my only guess is that I slept on my phone all night. This means my massive body weight must have muffled the alarm. That's a comforting thought. However, it turned out pretty good, because I called my boss and now I'm coming in late to even out the extra hours I worked this week. This is bad too because now it's going to be even harder to scrape myself out of bed and go to work.

I love the light in this room. It's rainy outside, and the rainy-early morning light is the best morning light of them all. All I need now is for Pete to be here to shnugglechuddleshmoosh me and for Dave Matthews to be hiding under the bed serenading us. That's not too much to ask right?

There's a mountain of dirty dishes in the kitchen right now and it always amazes my sister and I to see how they just pop up one day out of the blue, like everyone in the house is using paper plates and bowls(we're not) and like someone has snuck into our house and dirtied our dishes. It's always a very disguised argument between us. The one this morning went a little something like: "I didn't cook any vegetables this week, that must be YOUR pot of broccoli." "Well, there's your macaroni bowl." "Who ate rice!?" "Well, yeah, I guess some of those forks are mine..." And back and forth we go until every dish is claimed. After the Mystery of the Dirty Dishes is solved, they sit there for another few days, slowly getting washed bit by bit until finally the whole load is clean. And then a day goes by and 47 dirty dishes magically appear, all at once it seems, and a new discussion of who's bowl is who begins. It's a very vicious cycle, which is why it is very important, ladies and gentlemen, to own a dishwasher. Remember that.

So with that said, I guess I'll go turn on some Dave Matthews and wash a few of those dirty dishes, all the while enjoying the soft light of the rainy day.

And that will be my morning. And then I'll be off to work.

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