Monday

My husband woke first to see that we were some 30 minutes late this morning and was immediately disturbed by this appalling disruption of routine; I reassured him I could catch the 8:09 train into work without it being an issue so he wouldn't race around and thereby further disrupt the routine. (Puh-leeze, dear, just bring the coffee and stop bellowing. Snooze.)

But, oh, if I'm going to have to wake up on a Monday morning, how I want this clock! The exchange rate, be damned!

(First seen at Mental Multivitamin)