An Exciting Morning

This morning started out much more exciting than I like mornings to be.   And I’m not talking about the giddy type of excitement typical of Christmas mornings, because I’m all about that.  No, this morning was more of a panicked excitement type of morning.

You see, the problem is that my alarm clock is too smart for its own good.  It automatically adjusts for Daylight Savings; however, it neglected to consult with the calendar to determine that the date to set the clocks back this year is next Sunday morning, not this Saturday morning.

My alarm went off at 8:00AM and I stretched and groaned and patted Gus on that head as I reached for my phone to check my messages.  Imagine my surprise to discover that an hour had passed in what had felt like seconds.  I stared at my phone in disbelief as I read 9:01AM.  I then looked at my watch and discovered that my phone ain’t no liar.

Chaos ensued shortly thereafter as I needed to be at work at 9:00AM, as in one minute before I realized that I was already late to work.  I jumped out of bed, threw on my clothes, brushed my hair and my teeth as I served Gus his breakfast, stuffed my makeup bag, a yogurt and a granola bar in my purse and dashed out the door.  I arrived at work at 9:16AM.

Until about noon today, my brain felt as organized as my linens in this picture.

I wanted to crawl up in a pile of comfort and start the day over again, preferable on time.

Let the record show that my alarm clock is not too smart for Gus.  He was all up in my grill at 6:30AM, meowing for attention/food/the heck of it.

Maybe I’ll listen to him next time and get my rear end out of bed.

I can’t say for sure, but I’m convinced that Scarlett was behind the alarm clock scandal of October 27, 2012.

Y’all be careful,

Sugarlump

Suspect

While I was in TJ Maxx the other day, I happened upon the pet isle and decided to buy Gus and Scarlett a new bed along with 17 other things I don’t really need.

I was very pleased with my purchases.  Gus, however, was a little more skeptical of his new bed.

Sniff.

Sniff. Sniff.

Sniff.  Sniff.  Sniff.

Very suspect.

Is it a black hole?

Inspecting the cushion construction.

Unfortunately, it is not the spring down he was hoping for.

Keeping one leg out just in case he needs to vacate speedily.  You never know with these cat beds.

Not so bad, but he’s not about to sit down.

Enough of that.

Verdict: Questionable.

Not sold on this new lounging specimen just yet.

There’s Scarlett’s tail.  Time to go inspect her.

She’s kind of suspect, too.

After all that, he prefers to lounge on the human seat, in a nest of freshly laundered linens and towels.

I guess I could have saved myself that $14.99 on the plush kitty bed.

Perhaps he would prefer my other purchases.  I’m sure he could get great use out of my new flat iron.

Scarlett prefers the darn bag that the bed came home in.

I don’t know why I even bother.

Y’all be good,

Sugarlump

Cantankerous

This is all I can muster today.

I ‘ve been working for the past 12 hours and can’t breathe through my snout.

That description of my nose is about as lovely as I feel.

I can hardly taste my black bean soup to tell if I seasoned it properly.

Man, am I cantankerous!

I feel better now that I got to use one of my favorite words.

Thank you for that.

Hopefully I will get up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.

Y’all come back,

Sugarlump