It occurred to me recently that my favorite part of the day is climbing into bed at the end of it. Now seeing that I do that pretty much alone...it makes for a very sad existence.
So last night, I decided that I am going to make my favorite part of the day waking up. Just to shake things up a bit.
It went great too! Well, until I threw that fucking annoying clock radio out the window. I think I also ruined a squirrels morning as well. I don't' think he was expecting a small appliance coming at him at 40mph while he was innocently collecting acorns or whatever the fuck those rats with tails do with their day.
So as I opened the window to apologize and asked him what his favorite part of the day was?
He replied that any part of the day when some fucking arrogant human isn't throwing shit at him makes for a pleasant day.
That's what I get for asking a rodent a serious question.
So I beaned the little shit with the book on my nightstand "Controlling Your Temper in Ten Easy Steps" and quickly closed the window.
I don't need some pissed off squirrel and his little beady eyed posse coming in and messing up my shit in retaliation.
So there I was...up and cranky. Not that such a situation was new to me in the morning, only it did spoil my plan and it really was the only one I had made for the day.
Well, besides go to work and take care of my kids and shit.
I made my coffee and noticed that on my little note pad of things to do I had written make morning the best part of the day.
And I couldn't cross it off with the little sharpened pencil I keep on the string next to the list for that very purpose.
It was all that fucking squirrels fault.
I think I will set some traps and try again tomorrow.
Now I have two things on my list.
Like I need this kind of pressure?