“A blog
is a blog
is a blog
is a blog..”
- Big Bobby Baker

I got up and ran this morning.  My body now HATES me for it.

I’m just not good at the “I’ll wake up earlier tomorrow and do (insert mundane chore here)” thing.  I like to sleep.  Now, I can stay up and do stuff, but waking up early feels like I’m cheating myself out of sleep.  And I never recover from cheating myself out of sleep.  Like this morning.

Although, I must say, Five Points at sunrise is BEEE-YOU-TEE-FUL.  It truly belongs to nature.  And old people.  I don’t know what it is, but while all of the squirrels and birds come out to forage before the traffic picks up, the old people come out of hiding as well.  Luckily, I had taken my iPod with me, so when they tried to talk to me, I could shrug and point to my ears, saying, “Sorry I can’t hear about the last seventy years, but I don’t want to.”

Wow, I sound callous this morning.  Must’ve been the jog.

So, on top of my body already screaming at me by the time I got home, I COMPLETELY forgot it was Bryan’s “early morning” today.  So I hopped in the shower at 6:45, completely forgetting that he had to be at a meeting by 7:30.  I am such a bitch.  I felt like I had stabbed him in the heart.  I heard him scuffling around while I had shampoo in my hair, and I rushed to get through my usual ten-minute routine.  He seemed forgiving, oh yes, but I know.. he is plotting his revenge.

In my defense, I try to be very cognisant of his schedule in the morning.  This is the first time in our two years of dating that I had slipped.  I guess the honeymoon is over.

I can’t believe it’s September.  Crazy, isn’t it?  I received an email this morning from ole Big Bobby about addresses for Wings Awards invitations.  That’s when it really felt like September.  This means that CC auditions must be right around the corner, we’re fixing to get into the Trumbauer rush, and it’s time to start looking at Halloween costumes.

Crazy.  September already.

And the countdown to marital bliss begins.