Scene: My bedroom, 8:30 a.m.
Bed: Pssst! Hey you — yeah, you. C’mon, why don’t you come back to bed? Me: Sorry, can’t today. Too busy. Bed: Just a few minutes! You don’t even have a few minutes for me? Me: No, leave me alone. Bed: Look how smooth these sheets are, how soft this pillow is. C’mon! You know you want it. Me: I’m not listening! Lalalalalalala!! Bed: Fifteen minutes, that’s all I ask. Me: I have things to do; I’m just in here to get socks. Bed: What’s a little nap going to hurt? No one’s going to know. And besides, you deserve it after getting up so early to get the kids to school. C’mon! Me: Ummmmmm. Bed: You’ll have more energy… Treadmill: Uh, excuse me - if you want more energy, why don’t you come over here and get some exerc— Me & Bed: SHUT UP!! Bed: Look outside, it’s all cold and snowy. Don’t you want to snuggle down in the nice warm covers? Me: Well…yeeees, but… Bed: Oooooh, guess what? I think you left the electric blanket on - it’s so warm in here! You should try it. Me: I guess a few minutes can’t hurt. Bed: That’s what I thought you’d say. Me: I’ll set the alarm for 20 minutes, no more. Bed: Hehehehehe - sucka. Two hours later… Me: Aaaah! How did this happen! Mia will be home from school any minute and I haven’t even combed my hair. Curse you, you stupid, soft bed! *Runs from room.* Bed: You’ll be back! Someone tell the Internet she’s headed that way. ___________________ If I ever get my profile working correctly (which - &*#@! by the way) you’ll see that I don’t listen to much music. The voices in my head don’t like the competition. Also, I really hate that snooty tone the treadmill has been taking lately. Sheesh!
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April 20th, 2006 at 8:09 am
Totally snorted Pop-Tart and coffee out my nose when you yelled at the Treadmill to SHUT UP.