Raise your hand if you’ve ever been woken up by me in the morning. In any form: text, phone call, knock on your door, pillow being lobbed at you…
Put your hand down, you look ridiculous.
I’m known for being an up-and-at-’em kind of girl. I like to wake up early, seize the day, then later if the day is decidedly not worth seizing, I will take a nap.
Not the case here. My partner in crime happens to be a night owl, which never used to keep me from crawling into bed at 10:30. Because I have no early morning activities (job, farmers market to attend, etc.), I’ve found myself staying up late. *GASP*
This results in me sleeping in. Confession. It got out of hand today. I didn’t pull myself out of bed until 11:00– just in time to start cooking brunch. Mind you, I was awake, just not up and at ’em.
This means I didn’t get to use the phrase, “Jousan” (say it like: Joe-sahn) today. There you have it, a confession and a Mumbling Monday all in one.
Thanks for tuning in!
PS: The photo is from my pal and my attempt at light painting. She made the face, while I ran around and did those little red squiggly lines. We are planning on getting a bunch more girls recruited with more colors to do this with us, I’ll put up more pictures when we have them. Late night activities like this are just another reason I sleep in. Excuses, excuses.
EDIT: I have been up and busy since before 7am today (the very next day). Apparently a confession was all I needed to shame myself into action.