I generally wake up in the morning between 6am and 6:15am. With or without the alarm. No matter what day. I’m basically a 74 year old man trapped in the body of a 40 year old cardiac patient.
So needless to say I was shocked to open my eyes and see the HUGE green numbers on my alarm clock reading 6:15am !!
I jumped up, woke up the wife, hit the shower, skipped the shave, got dressed, had a brief conversation with the two eldest doh’s whilst I dried, dressed, brushed, styled my hair, and then we all went downstairs. Not bad so far.
Until I get downstairs and the wife asks "Did you get pk formula yesterday?"
Dammit.
"I’ll be back in fifteen minutes love," and it was off to the white trash Kroger that I love so much.
(By the way, today’s white trash alerts from Kroger were a chick buying marlboro lights and then getting in her white Pontiac Trans Am complete with the full bird on the hood and the sign on the window from the store with no logo or anything saying for me to be careful of pursesnatchers and pickpockets in the store).
I wandered in, got two bottles of formula since they were out of only one kind of powder (mine) and a pack of AA batteries for the Wii-motes and the Xbox 360 controllers and headed back home.
I made it home in exactly 15 minutes, grabbed my backpack (forgot my iPod dammit) and headed out the door.
Drove to work, parked and hit the fourth floor, walked into my office, booted up, logged in, looked at the clock:
8:01am.
High five.
What say you?