Morning one: i was happily sleeping in my warm, inviting bed, when my mom comes in. She instantly turned off my AC unit (i love it cold when i sleep, anyone who doesn't isn't human), turned off my fan, ripped the blinds open all in a matter of ten seconds.
"Get up and shaking and get some eggs of bacon!" she would say in the most pleasnt of voices.
i hate pleasnt when i get woken up. the two ways i love waking up is on my own, or someone is in my house so i can beat the snot of of them for waking me up.
"Mom," i said, "That's not how it goes."
"Well i know slilly, come down and get ready for karate." she said, pouncing out of the room with a spring in her step.
i laid there, wondering if this is the same woman who on the weekends sleeps till ten.
"I hate the sun." i said in the most evil hiss i ever hear myself say.
i got out of bed, got my shorts and shirt on from the other day, and just when i thought today was going to be a good day, BAM!
i smash my door right on the cold, hard, face. wait, swich that. sorry, I wierd been wirting have since then. ha!
Morning two: i got up, ran down stairs and turned the T.V. on. The series fanally to one of my favorit shows ever, The Mentalist, was on the DVR. i turn on the list and screamed. i had only a mintue of the show...and the tail end! i run up to my parent's room and told her about it.
"Oh...i think that was my bad...while it was recoding, i had to stop it a second, then i went back and record the last mintue. there were two and last night i thought i eraced the last mintue of it...i guess i eraced the other one..."
"Mom! this was the one with RED JOHN!!! RED JOHN!!!!"
"Yeah, but it was really negitive and all this other stuff i thought would bring you down."
i dropped my head and walked out of the room with a mummble.
"But...red john....end of series....forward...minute..."
Morning three: (this was a different house then the once i'm in) I woke up. i took a hot shower ( i heard a ring of the phone), brushed my teeth, and felt clean and comptetly fesh. i walked into the living room with a smile, to fine my dad was stressed and my mom was trying to calm him down.
"What's going on?" i asked.
"Grandpa hit a dear on his motor cylce and and in the hospital." My dad said, his neaves on fire.
what a way to wake up.
and morning Four and last:
i woke up, went down stirs were my mom were making muffins right? well, she put the mit in oven, and when it came out it was on fire.
not only was i the first to notice it, i had to tell her,
"mom, you mit is on fire."
she screamed and threw it into the sink and turn the fossit on.
that was exicting, now wasn't it!
That's for reading a little of my life! And that's just the mornings!
*this is one of the morings of my friend Marline ans teacher and sparing parner and blah...*
she was cooking breakfast one day and her son (three at the the time) walks in. looks at her, than walking out of the room.
"Hey Alin, what's new?" Dave asked.
"Oh, mommy's hair is on fire."
so marline starts snuffing the fire out, screaming, "You could have told me kid!"
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