desperate times..

call for sleeping on the floor.

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Today is Tuesday.

Which is not a whole lot better than Monday.

So why not make a list:

1. All of your posts with photos of Easter Sunday are filling up my dashboard. I absolutely love it. And I'm kicking myself. I made such an effort to remember to bring my camera in the first place, and the darn thing ended up sitting in my bag until I got in the car to go home and realized I had even brought it. Reason for an Easter reenactment? I think so!

2. April = Spring = Sun.. wait Sun? Are you sure? Here in New England.. it's been a whole lot of fog and mist and rain, and not so much of that yellow, hot, beaming stuff. What gives?

3. I'm really looking forward to the end of this week! It is going to be SO FANTASTIC. My Birthday. Family Fun. Concert with boyfriend. Sleep. Dance. woot woot. You better bet your socks that I'll have photos of all that!!!

4. My eyeballs feel like they're going to fall out of my head. I cannot function on only six hours of sleep (Ha Ha.. only..) I know, I know. The vast majority of people are lucky if they get that many.. and they probably go about their day perfectly normal. Seriously, I commend you. Cause this girl here.. Needs. Her. Sleep!

5. Our house warming party is just under two weeks away. Although D and I have been trying to convince ourselves that it doesn't all need to get done, my somewhat obsessive compulsive brain is struggling to find time to finish all our projects. Nonetheless.. I know our party is going to be the bomb diggity.. Are you coming?
6. Finding new blogs to read, and gathering new friends/followers is making me very happy lately! It's like a carton of ice cream at the end of a really terrible day =]

What's on your mind today? Do you hate Tuesdays as much as Mondays? Do you love/hate making/reading lists? Have exciting plans for the hopefully Spring-like weather?!

Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.

Usually I'm a jealous kind-of-angry when he sleeps in and I have to get up..

On a typical weekday morning, NO. Scratch that. Every morning, I am the first to get out of bed.

My snooze button and my thumb are so well acquainted that I don't even have to be conscience for it anymore. Snooze number one.. two.. three.. cringe (For reasons I don't understand, I would rather set my alarm a half hour earlier than I have to, rather than five or ten minutes before.. weird. I know. Because it doesn't make getting out of bed any easier.)

So the morning routine goes as follows: eyelids struggle to open, no matter how much sleep I've gotten. I reach for the blur which I think are my glasses (I'm blind btw.. no not literally, but close enough). Shuffle around for my slippers, cause there's no way I'm walking on the freezing floor barefoot. And stumble around the bed, which takes up most of the room, to the bathroom (and let me assure you that it's most definitely a stumble, which several times has been the cause of swearing and bruised legs).

Usually, Amber kitty is cuddled somewhere at the bottom of the bed. Either between my legs (makes it so hard to maneuver around.. cause how dare you disturb her!), or under the covers curled up in a ball close to your belly.

For the past two days, my kitty child and kitty daddy have been the cutest little pair. This morning I was smart enough to grab the camera before she moved, and before he realized I had the camera out!

Until now, I've always hated being the first to wake up..

Happy Hump day lovely bloggers!

smile

Isn't it funny how cats can park their butts anywhere and be totally content and comfortable?! I wish humans had the power to do that.

ps. I've been keeping my eye out to find a photo of a cat that has similar pattern to my Amber - and this one looks exactly like her. Maybe they're twins!