I don’t sleep late on the weekends anymore, at least not often. The older I get the harder I find it to force myself to try to live in violation of my body’s natural rhythms. Those are not of the early bird persuasion, so giving in just makes it that much harder to come back.
On Saturday I got up about the usual time, came downstairs and started on the coffee and breakfast routine. Because I am a slow starter I’d already been at it for awhile when my husband appeared.
As he headed for the coffee pot, I decided it was about time for my third cup. Since I am a creature of habit, I knew where I was in the routine. At least I thought I did.
I picked up my cup and, just for fun, decided to have a good stretch.
And dumped half a cup of lukewarm coffee on my own head.
We laughed even longer than it took to clean up the mess.
Hi Wendy – I’d been hoping that I’d be able to view your blog one of these days. I always enjoy reading your comments over at John Baileys. I have a private blog (well, I haven’t written on it since last month)that I started a few months ago. If you’d like – you can e-mail me and I’ll send you site link and password.
Funny story here ’bout the coffee on your head…lol.