Saturday morning in my world. Somebody please kill me!
It is Saturday morning and I’m up before seven and wondering why. When I was a snot-nosed kid, I would awaken at the crack of noon, roll over and sleep another couple of hours. I don’t have a guilty conscience about anything, which I hear can make one lose sleep. Maybe I got up early because this is a grumble and bitch day. I think that must be it because I’m in a complaining mood. Yesterday, I was trying to read a Tom Clancy book and Marilyn and the brats were taking turns interrupting me just... Sign in to see full entry.