When what to my wondering eyes did appear . . . .
Gaugie!!!!! As I live and breathe!!!!!! Mirabile dictu!!!!!
(Five exclamation points, you deserve them.)
Yes, yes, yes, I know the thing about alarm clocks. Come to think of it, the alarm clock is why my husband got banished to his own bedroom, it wasn't the snoring. He's one of those people who sets the clock early, and pushes the snooze button, and pushes the snooze button, and pushes the snooze button, three or four times until it's time to get up. Which, in and of itself, was maddening. But he also would not hear the alarm clock and it would
*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep**beep*beep*
*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep**beep*beep*beep*beep*
*beep*beep*beep*beep**beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*
*beep*beep**beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*
*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep**beep*beep*
*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep**beep*beep*beep*beep*
*beep*beep*beep*beep**beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep*
while I would lie awake, waiting for him to push the snooze button, and then shove him, and say, "Chris, the alarm went off," and wait, and then finally crawl over him and push the snooze button for him, and sometimes this would happen more than once in the same morning.
So, it was separate bedrooms or divorce.
Yes, I know about alarm clocks. Mine is set to 1:00 p.m., and will stay that way until school starts, next Tuesday. |
