Soaked to the gills...

So, every morning (weekdays, at least) this is the routine. My alarm goes off at 6:30 a.m. and I'm usually woken out of a vivid dream. For some reason, I have clear dreams that I almost always remember...but I digress.

When I finally am able to realize it's the alarm and time to get up, I turn it off and slowly crawl out of bed. The first 5 minutes of waking up is, I'm convinced, more painful than even childbirth. I'll probably have a different opinion on that later in life...but again, I digress.

I put on my glasses, so I have a clue what's going on, and then Wilbert and I go for his morning walk. I've discovered that if I don't take him immediately, he will let me know that was a major mistake and I end up being side-tracked from my routine for the next 15 minutes...look what I did, I digressed again.

This morning, everything was going according to the plan. We were out on our walk, and of course, neither of us is functioning very well just yet (it takes me a good hour). As we walked, I heard a hissing sound...but my brain and my body just couldn't get it together, and the hissing sound became the lawn sprinklers going up all over the complex. There was NOWHERE dry to go!

So Wilbert starts getting really agitated and takes off, dragging me around the complex. Finally, the sprinklers shut off and we walked back to the apartment. I am so glad I didn't take the time to Chi my hair last night, or I'd be really ticked off. As it is, I have nice, curly hair for work and Wilbert was blown dry so he wouldn't be cold.

May your Hump Day go just as swimmingly.