Up until my genius parents solved this problem two weeks ago, I was getting up at 4:30am regularly. So yes, the clock says 8:00 and that's the a.m. baby.
Dad took a shower only to find me passed out on the couch at the ripe hour of 8am.
May your sleep be sleep and may you sleep past 4:30am. And, perhaps if you do get up at 4:30am, may you also get to pass out on a couch by 8am. And, (the final blog blessing of today), may you get to eat pancakes as good as the ones my dad makes. I recommend barbecue sauce or ranch dressing as a topping. No joke.
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2 comments:
Hey, Simeon, you should just move in with me-- 4:30 is the time I get up--and I understand, because I am always ready for a nap ANY TIME. Love, MomMom B.
GREAT! I talked it over with the parents and they said that I can just stay at your house through Christmas! See you soon!
-sim
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