Come Out. Come Out. Whoever You Are.

     I went to my ‘Colorist’ the other day (yes, I have one. He does my hair people. On my head. EeeGads).
     He and I decided to ‘book me’ for the next several months (again- Head. Out. Of. Gutter).
     David asked if I preferred mornings or afternoons.
     DUH! And that is a question?
    Who the hell wants to get out of a fabulously comfy bed, swaddled in a luxurious comforter, head on a downy pillow, in a D A R K C O L D room, without a care in the world, except where to lunch that day and which Pinot Grigio to put on ice for the evening’s libations, when THEY DON’T HAVE TO?
     That’s what I thought.
     So, the house is quiet.
     I’m all alone (or should I say, ‘in my zone’) when I hear a small ‘blip’ on my computer.
     Though I try to ignore it, I’m simply a glutten for recognition, so I alight to the floor, adorn my shoulders with the sweet carress of my peignoir set and patter to the screen.
     And there it is.
     Every morning.
     Someone has already read my post.
     It is only 8:03 am CENTRAL TIME.
     It automatically posts at 8am CENTRAL TIME (which places it at 9am Eastern, and ‘you’ve GOT to be kidding me!’ time, any other place.
     Three minutes later- almost to the minute- EVERY DAMN DAY.
     Of course, I’ve imagined that this person is my #1 fan, can’t wait to read my stuff, and actually sets their alarm to it. 
     They simple can not get enough of my fabulousness (Which I completely understand).
     Now, you might suggest it’s my mother (No- she’s NEVER read a single post- doesn’t even know what a blog is, though I’ve explained it a million-frickin’-times).
     My sister? (No- at work).
     My kids? (Nah-they only pretend to reference a post if they need money).
     The Hubby? (see Mother comment above)
     Funny thing is,I think I know who you are.
     How ’bout we play hide-n-seek?

     Your it.

To get up by 10am
I start at 4:20am.



  • The Desert Rocks - Not I, said the little red hen–or something like that anyway. Hope you find your mystery person.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - It’s not me, since I don’t get into blogs, generally until later in the day.

    Just as long as it’s not Kathy Bates in Misery being your number one fan…ReplyCancel

  • Kim - It’s not me because I’ve been a very sucky fan recently, but I intend to change that. However, I’ll spare you MY first thing in the morning because I usually get up at 3:00 am. Never play worst case scenario with a barista when it comes to getting up in the morning. Someone has to make the coffee, you know.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Very clever response Ms. Kim. And, someone has to do it- as long as it’s not me. Hahaha. Hope to see you more often around these parts. I’ll brew the coffee!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I doubt if it is me as I don’t necessarily see your posts every time. Then again, I’m on the computer by 6:30 a.m. which is 8:30 a.m. your time. Yes, I’m one of those morning people.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - I loved how this post took me on a curvy road. It was a fun ride. Tag you,re it cuz this blog is on the way to famousness.ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q-Vega - Ahh! I’m busted! You caught me! I just can’t wait to read your witty posts every morning. Haha!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - What?! Is it really you? I’ve been thinking it was either my friend Dave or another guy named Brian. But I’m THRILLED it’s you! Your such a trip Vashti and I’m soooo glad you enjoy my little diddies. XXXOOOReplyCancel

  • Lisa D.B. Taylor - I’m not up and reading posts by that time either, though I’ve always aspired to be a morning person it just ain’t gonna happen 🙂ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Oh yea. Morning I ain’t, so things like catching planes, and keeping early appointments is a challenge. I think I’m rewarding myself after 20 years of getting up with my kids.ReplyCancel

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