Jackass
The electric pulse of the alarm clock wasn’t much of a surprise on this morning; I was already awake. I made my way to the shower and like most every morning I found myself center stage of my very own concert. Sweet. Random songs always pop into my brain in the morning. I repeated a few verses of today’s song as I scrub-a-dub dubbed.
Unlike my lovely wife, I am a morning person. After a good night’s sleep it never takes me long to shake off the cob-webs and suddenly I am up and Adam. Jumping-jacks anybody?
Morning time is my most productive. After feeding the dogs and making coffee, I usually make breakfast and lunch for Tamra and the kids. If there is anything else that needs to be done, I’m more likely to get it done in the morning.
When I came out of the bathroom I noticed that Tamra had overslept a bit, and so I did what any loving husband would do. I proceeded to wake her up....with song, of course.
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the cantaloupe play-eee!
At this point I noticed that she was rolling up into the blankets, cringing a bit, but I am not the kind of man who is discouraged of such things. Call it tough love, call it what you will; I wasn’t stopping.
Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word
and the skies are not cloudy all day-eeeeeeeeeeeee!
I’d like to think that I really poured-it-on at the ending and truth be told my gym voice suffered a little that day because of it, but I figured that it’s worth it, after all she is my wife.
By now she had grabbed a nearby pillow and covered her head with it.
“Hun, it’s 6:37.” I said.
The covers flew back and then finally I got a response out of her but it wasn't the response I was expecting.
“You do know that I’m not going to work today don’t you?” she said sternly.
It all came flooding back; she was taking Hazelee into a doctor’s appointment later in the day and she was trying to sleep in. Oops.
