So the next day is Saturday morning and there is a pounding on our front door at 9am. Ok… does someone hate me? I am not supposed to sleep in anymore? Am I supposed to go to bed early now or what? Another dark and dreary day and there is POUNDING on m front door. UGH!! So I throw on my glasses (since I normally wear contacts) and go to the front door. I am still in pj’s and am trying to finger comb my short wild woman from Borneo hair down as to not scare the holy hell out of anyone.
Granted I didn't have coffee or slippers but I pretty much felt like this.
Again I come back to bed and think I am going to try this again. The phone rang 20 min later and this time it was a wrong number! I give up. I am up.!! I am up!!!
Hope you all have a great weekend!