As many of you know, I love Vicky.
Oh, I love her, love her, love her… but enough of that.
You’re probably wondering why I was up at 6am this fine, Saturday morning… well, I am.
Vicky set her alarm to go off at 6am and, sure enough, it did. And she hit the snooze bar and went back to sleep. I didn’t go back to sleep… but she did.
I lay awake, hoping to drop back off to sleep when the alarm went off again at 6:15am. She hit the snooze bar and went back to sleep.
This happens every morning.
I am a chronic early-riser thanks to my wife’s alarm clock. Too bad she isn’t as well. She’ll hit the snooze bar until 7:30am, sometimes 8am…
I can’t help but think this is somehow payback for something…