Thursday, November 23, 2006

The risk of spooning

This morning I woke J up 10 seconds before his alarm clock went off by sneezing the biggest snottiest wettest surprise sneeze ever created all over his back because my head weighed too much to turn it away.

J's alarm clock went off playing the EZ Rock version of Jingle! Bells! His fist slammed against the snooze button with the quiet desperation of anyone righteous enough to realize that it's too early, both in the day and the year, to be force fed cheer and goodwill by EZ Rock.

In the quiet darkness a great call rang out of his butt that perfectly phrased his disgust at the hand fate had dealt him. Anyone with half a brain would agree.

Phoot indeed.

5 comments:

Craftygrrrl said...

Hehehe!

Samantha said...

You're right, spooning is risky, but its oh so cosy.

jacquieblackman said...

Holy mother of goodness. You make me laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh. Out loud even.

Kelly said...

I think J's going to need his own blog soon!

denny Mcmillan said...

We are bags of mostly water.