I Choose to Just Lay Here

I love my new alarm clock. I don't even have to set it at night. Alarmingly disarmingly charming, my sweet baby sister is waking me up these days. Okay, so it's never at exactly the same time like my preset reliable clock radio. But she's much more engaging than Bob & Sheri or whatever pop/alt rock/country song playing on the only station I can find that's static-free the night before. I may not know exactly what time I'm waking up, but when I hear my little JT ringtone in the faraway lands of my latest Vera backpack, I'm ready to get up & chat. Sometimes it's a short house-to-office chat, sometimes she throws in a little McMorning spice, but she's always got a bright & chipper how-do these days. Is that your influence, MC? If so, kudos, my friend. Because the sister I used to have was not so pleasant to be around in the AM. THAT sister was true blue grumpy mcgrumps a lot every live long morning. Just recently, Haley and I were discussing... how DID our sweet mama do it? First of all, how was she successful in actually dragging our sorry butts out of bed every morning? And then, once she accomplished that feat, how did she have breakfast ready, herself ready, all-the-while remaining so gosh-darn chipper? Yeah, yeah, she's a saint. You wish you had her.

Meanwhile, I have a sopping wet kissable red dog standing on my chest letting me know it's time to close the bright-light-emitting laptop and come to bed. Wait... he's really, really wet. Is it a sprinkler day? It simply must be. Cooper, have you been chasing the water again?