Last Day, Late Day

Today I slept in until 9:30. I never do this.

I'm up around 6:30 AM on weekdays, so I try to be up around 8 AM on weekends. Bryan usually sleeps until nine-ish, so I typically spend the hour before he gets up puttering around on the internet and figuring out what we're going to have for breakfast. It's nice. It's a routine. I like my routine.

Today, however, things were a bit different. I was actually up at 7:30 but for the past five days I've been waking up during the middle of dreams and feeling really groggy. I went back to sleep, figuring I'd only be out another half hour and then could commence with my last morning off. Apparently, my body had other plans. When I woke up again and looked over at the alarm clock, I literally jumped out of bed, shouted, "OH MY GOD I SLEPT IN," then turned to Bryan and shouted, "IT'S TIME TO GET UP!!!"

Bryan, being a reasonable person, just looked at me like I was insane. Which I am, because it's my DAY OFF. Granted, it's the last day of five in a row that I had off and I haven't even touched the laundry pile or organized my closet, but I'm ON VACATION.

Because I am mildly insane, and to make up for being so lazy on my vacation and daring to sleep past the hour of 8 AM, I spent the rest of the morning making pancakes, a pan of lasagna for later, and dying my hair a gloriously bright shade of red.



It really seemed like the thing to do.

P.S. It may seem like this isn't possible, but I swear it's even brighter in person!

P.P.S. Please disregard the extra chin that's threatening to expose itself. I'm not sure where it's coming from, but I suspect that it has something to do with the aforementioned pancakes and lasagna.