The first time I peeked at my alarm clock it read 9:15 am. Somewhere outside the bedroom door an obnoxious basshit hound barked for attention. I made a mental note to ignore further canine outbursts. That proved to be easier than I could have imagined and the next time I peeked at the alarm clock it was 10:30. The dog was still barking from somewhere beyond the bedroom door. I suspected the Canine-English translation was something similar to:
"Hey, get your fat ass out of bed and let me outside, I have to pee!"
I don't know why she was barking at me because there were 3 other people out in the living room. Dang dog. Dang kids.
Breakfast was 2 cups of coffee. Lunch consisted of a coconut covered 'Snowball' and two black licorice whips while sprawled out on the couch in front of the TV.
An 8 hour marathon of NCIS on my day off, life is good!
8 years ago