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